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Twenty-Three
Ivy: I had cried myself to sleep when my begging didn't bring Damon forward to me. I knew this had to be him. But, the logical part of me told me he couldn't manifest because he wasn't really here. I didn't think it was because he was dead, but because his collar was broken. My heart, the illogical part of my heart that survived on raw emotion, said it was because he was gone, he was dead. I knew he was dead. I watched him die and turn to ash, and people don't just bounce back from that with time. The sounds of whispers woke me, but they weren't Damon's. "Aphrodite, can you die of a broken heart?" Aphrodite? Broken heart? "Yes, but it isn't her time, and her heart isn't too far gone yet." A soft feminine voice seemed to lay a hand on my soul, easing the curiosity and pain in my c
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