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Once upon a time, I had an idea of what love should be.
Honest. Simple. Tied up neatly with a bow.
Then it happened to me.
Lana was never supposed to be complicated.
Sloane was never supposed to become anything.
Somewhere along the way, I stopped knowing where desire ended and something far more dangerous began.
Love.
I should know better than to trust it.
Because whatever this is, it looks nothing like the love I once believed in.
It’s messy. Complicated. A little filthy around the edges.
But maybe I had the story wrong all along.
Maybe happily ever after was always meant to glow.
