[ That moment when all you have is the doki doki for your Bonded. To shower him in praise and gifts would feel insincere and feel hollow. They do nothing compared to the smile that lingers on her face and the burning red embers under her chest for hours, every time her thumb runs against the ring on her finger. As if, even when the city wall separates them, he is with her. ]
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oh i'm going to hurt u in our next log. I JUST WANTED TO REPLY TO THIS...