The Softest Hue

The night was a troubled one, as nights tend to be, for those with worried minds and troubled hearts. Tossing and turning they reached for each other, yet couldn’t push through the walls they each put up, even in their sleep. Walls for self preservation, built brick by brick through long years of being deceived; through lies and evasion and ultimately, hopelessness.
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The Siren’s Call

She could read men before they knew what they wanted.

She could see it in…