Page 182 of Unhinged Omega

warmth spreading from that single point

like sunrise breaking across frozen wasteland

why?

why would she touch a monster this way?

why would she want a broken thing?

her violet eyes watch me

waiting

wondering

fingertips brush her perfect lips

then touch the spot where they pressed against mask

connection

completed

something stirs inside

not just hunger

not just need

something... more

mind feels clearer now

less fog

less rage

but still no words

wish i could speak

tell her what this means

this simple gift

this impossible kindness

but words stay trapped

behind years of only growls and roars

her hand slides up my arm

featherlight touch against ruined flesh

scars under her fingertips

metal against her palm

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