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Sitting on the bench in front of Eros’s bed feels me with nostalgia. I’m in his bedroom, waiting for him to get changed as well. The last time I’ve been here was on his birthday … It feels like a lifetime ago. I can’t believe how innocent we both were back then. Never even properly encountering Dark ones, never sharing a kiss, never being tortured … And Eros never killing anyone. No matter how hard he’s trying to hide it, I know everything he’s done as a Dark one is haunting him. We are … Well, we were bonded long enough, that I can read him without having access to his mind. He’s trying to hide his pain behind smirks and charming remarks, but he can’t fool me. I figured him out. He’s hurting. I can’t know for sure, but I could bet that what he’s been doing with me is making his co