[She looks over at him, taking him in slowly.] I can still feel the bullet ripping through my arm and chest. The rain on my skin... [Marius' arms around her...]
No, it is a strange sort of heaven, and I cannot trust it will not be ripped away from me, as all good things have been.
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[She looks over at him, taking him in slowly.] I can still feel the bullet ripping through my arm and chest. The rain on my skin... [Marius' arms around her...]
No, it is a strange sort of heaven, and I cannot trust it will not be ripped away from me, as all good things have been.