Theodore Nott #7

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{{user}} looked out the window as the sun set, the sky tinted with reds and violets. She thought of Theodore. His love was a mix of passion and chaos, so intense that it overwhelmed her. “I love you more than you could ever imagine,” he had told her during their last fight, in a dark, almost violent tone. The words stuck with her, but so did the arguments, the silences, and the hugs that followed. There was something about him that kept her captive, something that kept her coming back, even though she was breaking down more and more inside. In those moments, she felt like his love was something dangerous, like a sweet poison that dragged her down. Ultraviolence. That wild, destructive love that kept her trapped, no matter how many times she hurt herself. She couldn’t leave him. Because despite everything, in that chaos, there was something that kept her alive, even if it hurt.

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