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When Home is a Person

From the pieces, he would assemble something new with her. He looked into her bright, hazel eyes shimmering beneath a layer of tears and felt his soul relax as if in a warm bath. So long he kept looking at her, that feeling of peace pulsed outward, pushing pain to the perimeter of his consciousness. He longed for her. Like a wife whose husband went off to war. Except it wasn’t a war at all. But If he wasn’t always ready for the worst possible scenario, the world could come crashing down around him, and there is nothing worse than that. But little did he know that the only thing that would be crashing down is his own walls. Because he finally felt at home.



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