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00:00I didn't plan to steal from a man like him.
00:02I didn't plan much of anything back then.
00:04When the electricity cuts out every other night and your stomach sounds like it's crying,
00:08the world stops being about plans.
00:10It's just survival.
00:11You pick what hurts less.
00:13You breathe through the noise.
00:14You try not to look too long at the empty parts of your life.
00:18That night, I was cleaning offices downtown.
00:21Second shift.
00:22The kind of job where no one knows your name.
00:24Just the sound of your mop.
00:26It was close to midnight when I reached the top floor.
00:28The door, the one they told me never to touch.
00:31I should have listened.
00:32The door wasn't locked.
00:34I thought maybe they forgot.
00:36Or maybe I wanted to believe they did.
00:38I walked in, pushing the cart, expecting the usual.
00:41Dust, desks, old coffee.
00:43What I found instead looked like something out of a dream painted by someone who never slept.
00:48Sketches.
00:49Hundreds of them.
00:51Pinned on walls, scattered on the floor, stacked in piles that reached the ceiling.
00:56Black and white faces, raw and desperate.
00:58And in the middle of it all, his desk.
01:00A single lamp throwing gold light across a black leather sketchbook.
01:04I don't know why I reached for it.
01:06Maybe because it was the only thing that looked clean.
01:09Maybe because I wanted to touch something that belonged to someone powerful.
01:12Just to remember what that felt like.
01:14The cover was warm, like someone had just been holding it.
01:18I opened it.
01:20And the world fell away.
01:22It was me.
01:23Every page.
01:24Me sleeping.
01:25Me crying.
01:26Me laughing at something I didn't remember.
01:28The curl of my hair.
01:30The faint scar under my chin.
01:32Even the exact way I hold my hands when I'm scared.
01:35Every detail carved out in graphite and obsession.
01:38I slammed it shut.
01:40My pulse jumped into my throat.
01:42My first thought wasn't how.
01:44It was why.
01:46And then a voice answered from the dark.
01:49Because I had to get it right.
01:51I spun around.
01:52The lights clicked on.
01:53He stood there.
01:54Rafael Santoro.
01:56The man the city whispered about like he was a curse.
01:59He wore black slacks and a white dress shirt.
02:01Sleeves rolled.
02:02Collar open.
02:03Skin shadowed from the lamp behind him.
02:05His eyes were unreadable.
02:07Gray.
02:07Cold.
02:08Too steady for someone human.
02:10I backed up.
02:11You...
02:12You can't just...
02:13I can.
02:13He said, cutting me off.
02:15His tone was calm, like we were discussing the weather.
02:18That's my sketchbook.
02:20You've been following me.
02:22My voice broke on the words.
02:24He tilted his head slightly.
02:26Studying me as if he was confirming the lines he'd drawn.
02:30Watching, he corrected.
02:32Following implies distance.
02:34I wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
02:36He walked closer.
02:38His shoes didn't make a sound against the marble floor.
02:41You opened it, he said.
02:42You weren't supposed to, but you did.
02:45I clutched the sketchbook to my chest.
02:47What the hell is wrong with you?
02:50He didn't answer right away.
02:51His gaze softened, just for a heartbeat.
02:54And it almost felt like pity.
02:57You look the same when you're afraid, he said quietly.
03:00That's what I was missing.
03:01I swallowed hard.
03:03Missing?
03:03For what?
03:04He stepped close enough that I could smell the faint trace of smoke and cedar.
03:09Our wedding night, I blinked.
03:11You're insane.
03:12Maybe.
03:13He shrugged, almost bored.
03:15But insanity makes truth honest.
03:17I drew your face for months before I even met you.
03:20It started as a dream.
03:22Then I found you.
03:23And the dreams became study.
03:25I shook my head.
03:26You don't know me.
03:27His voice dropped.
03:29I know you've been hiding behind jobs that keep you invisible.
03:32I know you live alone in a building with no working elevator.
03:35I know you buy the same cheap tea every week even though you hate the taste.
03:38I know what loneliness looks like on your face because it looks like mine.
03:42He said it like a confession, not a threat.
03:45That was the worst part.
03:46I stepped back until my spine hit the wall.
03:50You need to stay away from me.
03:52He looked almost amused.
03:54You took something from me.
03:55That sketchbook belongs to you, but it's still mine.
03:58You can't have it both ways.
04:00Then take it.
04:01I shoved it at him, my hand shaking.
04:04He didn't move.
04:05His eyes stayed locked on mine.
04:07Tomorrow, he said softly.
04:10You'll come to me.
04:13Why would I ever?
04:14Because you already did, he said.
04:17The moment you opened that book, he reached out, brushed his thumb along my jaw.
04:22My body went rigid.
04:24His touch wasn't cruel.
04:26It was deliberate, like an artist testing texture.
04:29You're trembling, he said.
04:32That's good.
04:33Fear keeps people honest.
04:35Get out, I whispered.
04:37He smiled faintly.
04:39This is your home.
04:40You're asking the wrong person to leave.
04:42Then he stepped back, straightened his shirt cuffs, and walked to the door.
04:47Before leaving, he looked over his shoulder.
04:49You'll hear three knocks when it's time.
04:52And he was gone.
04:54The room felt colder, like he'd taken the air with him.
04:58I stood there until the lamp burned out, staring at the door, half convinced I'd imagined the whole thing.
05:03The next morning, I tried to go to work like nothing had happened.
05:08My reflection in the bathroom mirror looked wrong, like one of his sketches come to life.
05:13I covered the scar on my chin with makeup, pulled my hair back, forced myself to breathe.
05:19At the office, everyone acted normal.
05:22No one knew that my life had tilted sideways.
05:24I almost convinced myself it was a dream, until I saw the black car outside the building.
05:30Parked across the street.
05:32Same one from the night before.
05:33I walked faster.
05:35Didn't look.
05:36Pretended.
05:37But when I got home, the apartment door was slightly open.
05:40I froze.
05:42My throat went dry.
05:44I pushed it open slowly.
05:45Inside, nothing.
05:47Everything exactly as I'd left it.
05:48Except for one thing.
05:50The sketchbook was back on my table.
05:52I hadn't brought it home.
05:53This time, the first page wasn't a drawing.
05:56It was handwriting.
05:57Sharp.
05:58Controlled.
05:59Elegant.
06:01You shouldn't hide from what already knows you.
06:04Underneath, a small note in red ink.
06:07Practice makes perfect.
06:09Three knocks.
06:10Midnight, my pulse pounded in my ears.
06:12I tore the page out, crumpled it, threw it away.
06:15I didn't sleep that night.
06:16I sat by the window.
06:18Lights off.
06:19Watching the street for that car.
06:20At eleven-fifty-seven, I almost started laughing.
06:26Nervous, hysterical laughter.
06:28Nothing was going to happen.
06:30He wasn't real.
06:31This was all knock-three slow, deliberate knocks.
06:34I froze.
06:35Knock.
06:35My breath hitched.
06:36I couldn't move.
06:38The sound wasn't loud, just steady.
06:40Patient.
06:41Knock.
06:42It stopped.
06:43Silence stretched so long it started to hum.
06:47I stepped closer to the door, every instinct screaming not to.
06:51My hand hovered over the handle.
06:53Then, from the other side, his voice.
06:56Low, quiet, almost tender.
06:58You open the book.
06:59Now open the door.
07:01My fingers trembled against the metal.
07:02I wanted to run.
07:04I wanted to scream.
07:05But more than anything, I wanted to know why me.
07:09I whispered through the crack.
07:11What do you want from me?
07:13His answer came slow, deliberate.
07:16Time, he said.
07:17And the truth.
07:19And I don't know what part of me was still alive enough to care.
07:22But I unlocked it.
07:25The last thing I remember before everything went dark
07:27was the way his eyes caught the hallway light.
07:31Not cruel.
07:32Not cold.
07:32Just certain.
07:34Like he'd been waiting his whole life for me to finally stop hiding.
07:38When I woke, it wasn't my apartment anymore.
07:42The ceiling was too high.
07:44The sheets too clean.
07:45The air too still.
07:46I knew, even before I saw him, that I was somewhere he controlled.
07:50My wrists weren't tied.
07:51My clothes were folded neatly on a chair.
07:54Someone had tended the bruise on my temple.
07:56It would have been easier if I'd been chained.
07:58Easier to hate him properly.
08:00But Rafael Santoro didn't need chains.
08:02His kind never did.
08:04They used silence.
08:05The door opened.
08:07He walked in.
08:07Sleeves rolled.
08:09Collar undone again.
08:10As if dressing like sin was a routine.
08:12He held a cup of coffee and my name on his tongue.
08:15You fainted.
08:16He said simply.
08:17The body reacts when the mind stops pretending.
08:20I glared.
08:21You kidnapped me.
08:22He placed the coffee on the bedside table.
08:25You opened the door.
08:27That's not consent.
08:28He smiled without teeth.
08:31You'll find I prefer honesty to permission.
08:33I swung my legs off the bed.
08:35Tried to stand.
08:36My knees betrayed me.
08:38He caught me before I hit the floor.
08:40And for a split second I felt the solidity of him.
08:43Warm.
08:43Steady.
08:45Heartbreakingly calm.
08:47His hand lingered on my back just long enough to make me hate the comfort it gave.
08:51Where am I?
08:52I demanded.
08:53In my home.
08:54He said.
08:54Which is now your home until it's safe.
08:57Safe from what?
08:59He didn't answer.
09:00Instead he guided me to a long window overlooking the city.
09:03The view was breathtaking.
09:05Glass and fog and light bleeding through rain.
09:07I could see my old world down there.
09:10The street I used to walk.
09:12The corner store.
09:13The buses crawling like insects.
09:15Do you ever wonder what you look like from far away?
09:19He asked softly.
09:21From up here you were just another moving shadow.
09:23But I saw you.
09:24Always.
09:25I turned on him.
09:26Why me?
09:27Out of everyone.
09:27Why me?
09:28He studied my face as if it were a puzzle.
09:31Because you feel things too loudly.
09:33The world's too quiet for people like us.
09:35I didn't want his poetry.
09:37I wanted a reason.
09:38But he was the kind of man who built answers into traps.
09:41For days I tried to keep my distance.
09:44He gave me freedom within invisible walls.
09:46I could walk through his library.
09:48The gardens.
09:49Even the studio where he painted.
09:51But the gates were guarded.
09:53And his men watched me like I was made of glass.
09:56He called me Karamia in front of them.
09:59Soft enough that they never looked twice.
10:01But when we were alone.
10:03The tone changed.
10:05You still think I'm a monster.
10:06He said once.
10:08Sketching at his desk.
10:09You make it easy to think so.
10:11He looked up.
10:13And yet you stay.
10:14I don't have a choice.
10:16You always have a choice.
10:18He said.
10:19The question is whether you can live with it.
10:22The nights were the worst.
10:24I'd hear him pacing.
10:25The soft drag of a match being struck.
10:27The low murmur of his voice when he thought no one could hear.
10:31Sometimes he'd knock once on my door and say nothing.
10:33Just linger until I matched his silence.
10:36It wasn't love.
10:37Not yet.
10:39It was proximity turned into gravity.
10:42Then one morning he called me to his study.
10:45Papers were spread across the desk.
10:47Contracts, letters, names I didn't recognize.
10:49You're good with languages, he said.
10:52Translate these?
10:53Why?
10:54Because I need to know which of my allies has been lying.
10:57I hesitated.
10:59And if I refuse?
11:01He leaned back in his chair, that dangerous calm again.
11:04Then you'll spend the rest of your life wondering what happens when you refuse me.
11:08So I translated.
11:10The letters were coded threats.
11:12Deals written in half-truths and money.
11:15Each word felt like stepping deeper into his world.
11:18When I finished, he said,
11:20You understand now why you're here?
11:23No, I said.
11:26I understand that you're paranoid, he smiled faintly.
11:30Paranoia keeps you alive in my business.
11:33And me?
11:34Does it keep me alive too?
11:36He looked at me for a long time before answering.
11:39You're alive because I need you to be.
11:42Something inside me cracked at that.
11:44The truth in it hurt more than a lie would have.
11:47That night I couldn't sleep.
11:48I wandered into the hall, drawn by the sound of rain.
11:52The studio door was open.
11:54He was sitting in front of a canvas, painting with his hands, not brushes.
11:58Charcoal smeared across his wrists, the kind of intensity that looked like prayer.
12:03I said,
12:04You don't sleep much.
12:06He didn't turn.
12:08Sleep feels like surrender.
12:10I stepped closer.
12:11What are you painting?
12:12You, he said.
12:14But not as you are.
12:15As I remember you, I swallowed.
12:18How do you remember me?
12:19He paused, then whispered.
12:21Hungry.
12:23Brave.
12:24About to run.
12:25I should have left.
12:27But his voice anchored me.
12:28There was something almost childlike in his honesty.
12:31I saw the man behind the monster for the first time.
12:34A boy who'd never stopped building walls tall enough to cage his own heart.
12:38I reached out.
12:39Touched his wrist.
12:41He froze.
12:42Then slowly he turned his hand.
12:44Fingers brushing mine.
12:46The contact was electric, quiet, and dangerous.
12:49Don't, he said softly.
12:51Not unless you mean it.
12:53I don't know what I mean, I admitted.
12:56He looked at me then.
12:57Really looked.
12:59That's what I've been painting.
13:01The moment right before you decide.
13:03He kissed me.
13:04Gently at first.
13:05Like testing if the world would break.
13:07Then deeper, rougher, desperate.
13:09The kind of kiss that tasted like everything we weren't supposed to feel.
13:13For a second, I let it happen.
13:15For a second, I forgot who he was.
13:18Then the sound of a gunshot ripped through the silence.
13:20He pulled back instantly, eyes sharpening into steel.
13:25Stay here.
13:28Raphael.
13:29He was gone before I finished his name.
13:32The house erupted.
13:33Shouts.
13:34Footsteps.
13:35The metallic scent of danger.
13:36I hid behind the desk, heart in my throat.
13:40The air shook with chaos.
13:41And then silence again.
13:43When he returned, his shirt was stained with blood that wasn't his.
13:47He dropped a gun on the table, hands trembling just enough for me to see.
13:51I whispered.
13:53What happened?
13:54He met my eyes, expression unreadable.
13:56Betrayal.
13:57Whose?
13:58He didn't answer.
13:59Instead, he walked toward me, each step heavy.
14:02You shouldn't have seen this side of me.
14:05Too late, I said.
14:06You showed me.
14:08His gaze softened.
14:09You think you can still save me, don't you?
14:12No, I said.
14:13I think you already tried to save yourself by finding me.
14:17Something flickered in his eyes.
14:19Pain, maybe.
14:21Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out my old locket.
14:24The one I'd lost months ago.
14:26I found this before you even knew I existed, he said.
14:29I kept it to remind myself that not everything I touch turns to ash.
14:33He handed it to me.
14:35Keep it.
14:36If anything happens to me, you'll know what to do.
14:39What are you planning?
14:41He didn't respond.
14:42He only cupped my face in his hand, thumb tracing the curve of my cheek.
14:47If I tell you, you'll never forgive me.
14:49Try me.
14:50He smiled faintly.
14:52I've been trying since the night you stole my sketchbook.
14:55The next day, he disappeared.
14:56His men scattered.
14:57The house went cold.
14:59I searched every room, every locked door.
15:01Then I found it.
15:03His sketchbook.
15:04The same one that started all of this.
15:06Lying on my bed.
15:08On the last page.
15:10He'd drawn me again.
15:12But this time, I wasn't alone.
15:14His hand was holding mine and around my finger.
15:17He'd drawn a ring.
15:18Beneath it, one line written in his neat, deliberate script.
15:23If love is a crime, consider this my confession.
15:25The sound of tires screeched outside.
15:29Shots.
15:30Chaos again.
15:32I ran to the window and saw his car surrounded, headlights slicing through smoke.
15:37He was on his knees, bleeding, still defiant.
15:39I remember screaming his name, but the glass swallowed my voice.
15:45He looked up at the window, straight at me, and mouthed something I could barely catch.
15:50Forget me.
15:52Then the world went silent again.
15:54By the time I reached the street, he was gone.
15:57His men were gone.
15:59The only thing left was the sketchbook lying open in the rain.
16:02Pages bleeding ink.
16:03That was the night I learned what it costs to love a man like Rafael Santoro.
16:09She kneels in the rain, holding the ruined sketchbook as sirens wail in the distance.
16:15On the last page, faint under the water stains, a new line appears.
16:20For our wedding night, if I make it home.
16:22The first thing I remember after he vanished was the sound of rain.
16:30Not the cinematic kind that falls in slow motion, but the real kind.
16:34Heavy, gray, repetitive.
16:37It became my background music for survival.
16:39Every drop felt like a second passing without him.
16:43I left the city the next morning.
16:45No suitcase.
16:46No goodbyes.
16:47Just the sketchbook pressed to my chest like a second heartbeat.
16:50I didn't even know where I was going.
16:52I just knew I had to keep moving before his world found me again.
16:56For months, I lived in the noise of places that didn't ask questions.
17:00Cheap rooms.
17:01Night shifts.
17:02A face in the crowd.
17:03I kept thinking I'd see him at every corner.
17:05A reflection in a window.
17:07A shadow in the rain.
17:08But it was never him.
17:10Always someone almost like him.
17:12Always almost.
17:14The news called it a massacre.
17:15A power shift.
17:16The Santoro Empire burned from the inside, and nobody was ever found.
17:21I told myself that was a good sign.
17:24People like him don't die clean.
17:25They fade.
17:26They haunt.
17:27Still, I couldn't escape him.
17:28Not really.
17:29His voice lived in my head like a secret I couldn't exercise.
17:32You opened the book.
17:34Now open your eyes.
17:35I tried.
17:35God, I tried.
17:36I got a job translating children's books.
17:39Sweet stories about monsters that turned out to be kind.
17:43Maybe that was the universe mocking me.
17:45Or maybe it was mercy.
17:46For the first time, my life felt quiet.
17:49But quiet doesn't always mean peace.
17:51Sometimes silence is just a wound that learned to hide its sound.
17:55One night I found the sketchbook again.
17:57I had buried it in a drawer.
17:59Under clothes I never wore.
18:01But something.
18:02Some invisible thread.
18:04Made me take it out.
18:05The pages were wrinkled from rain.
18:08Edges torn.
18:09The drawings smudged.
18:11Still, the faces were there.
18:13My face, his hand in mine.
18:14The ring.
18:15And on the back cover, something new.
18:18Something I swear hadn't been there before.
18:21A single line.
18:22Written in faint graphite.
18:24If you ever find the courage to come home, follow the drawings.
18:28It didn't make sense.
18:30But nothing about him ever did.
18:32I thought about burning it.
18:34About cutting the cord for good.
18:36But curiosity has always been my most dangerous weakness.
18:39The next morning, I packed the sketchbook, took a bus south, and followed whatever instinct
18:45was louder than fear.
18:46Each drawing led me somewhere small.
18:50A cafe.
18:51A train station.
18:53A market by the sea.
18:55The places weren't special on their own.
18:57But in each, I found something left for me.
18:59A folded napkin with my initials.
19:01A coin engraved with the Santoro crest.
19:03A note written on hotel paper.
19:05You still tremble when you're about to lie.
19:08He was alive.
19:09He had to be.
19:10The trail ended in Florence.
19:11A city too beautiful to feel real.
19:14Too alive to belong to my story.
19:16I rented a room above a bookstore that smelled like dust and ghosts.
19:20For weeks, nothing happened.
19:21I convinced myself it was over.
19:24That the sketches were a mirage.
19:26Some cruel parting trick to keep me chasing him.
19:29Then one morning, the shopkeeper handed me an envelope with no return address.
19:34Inside was a charcoal sketch.
19:36Unfinished, raw, and unmistakable.
19:39My face again.
19:41Older.
19:42Stronger.
19:43But behind me, a blurred shadow.
19:46His.
19:47At the bottom.
19:48In that same clean handwriting.
19:51You're getting closer.
19:53Don't stop now.
19:53I should have been terrified.
19:55Instead, I laughed.
19:56A sound that didn't feel like mine anymore.
19:59That night, I went walking through the city.
20:02The air was thick with late summer heat.
20:05Streetlights bled gold across the cobblestones.
20:07I found myself at a small art gallery tucked between two alleys, its windows covered in black
20:12cloth except for one sign taped to the door.
20:15Private exhibition.
20:16Invitation only.
20:17I don't know why I pushed the door open.
20:19I just knew I was meant to.
20:21Inside, the world stilled.
20:25Every wall was filled with me.
20:27Not the me he had drawn before.
20:29The frightened, trembling girl he'd studied like a ghost.
20:33This was different.
20:34The faces were alive, defiant, real.
20:37In some, I was laughing.
20:38In others, crying.
20:40In one, I was standing in sunlight with my head tilted back, eyes closed, as if finally
20:45breathing again.
20:47There were hundreds of them.
20:48And at the center of the room, an easel.
20:50A fresh canvas.
20:52Blank except for one charcoal line across the bottom.
20:55The start of a ring.
20:57And then I heard it.
20:59Three knocks.
21:01Slow.
21:02Deliberate.
21:04My heart stopped.
21:07He stepped from the shadows like he'd never left them.
21:10Older.
21:11A scar cut through his left brow.
21:14The same black shirt.
21:16The same calm in his eyes.
21:18But softer somehow.
21:20As if the edges had dulled from carrying too much loss.
21:24Hello, Karamia.
21:25He said quietly.
21:27I couldn't speak.
21:28My throat closed around every word I'd rehearsed.
21:32He smiled.
21:34Not the cruel one.
21:35Not the mask.
21:37Something real.
21:38You found me.
21:39I took a step forward.
21:41You left me.
21:42His expression flickered.
21:44I had to.
21:45They wanted you to be leverage.
21:46I wanted you to be free.
21:47Free?
21:48I laughed, sharp and shaking.
21:50You put me in a cage first.
21:52He nodded, taking it.
21:53Yes.
21:54Because I didn't know how else to keep something precious alive in a world that kills everything
21:58it touches.
22:00Don't call me precious, I said.
22:04You don't get to romanticize what you destroyed.
22:07He walked closer.
22:08Not threatening, not dominant.
22:10Just there.
22:11Filling the air like gravity.
22:13I didn't come to ask forgiveness, he said.
22:16I came to finish the painting.
22:18I frowned.
22:19You think a drawing can fix this?
22:21No, he said.
22:22But maybe it can make the truth visible.
22:25He turned to the blank canvas.
22:28Picked up the charcoal.
22:29His hand trembled slightly, but his focus was sharp.
22:32I stood there, watching him sketch the curve of my jaw, the shape of my hands.
22:36He didn't need to look at me.
22:38He remembered every line.
22:40When he stopped, he said,
22:41I used to draw to own what I couldn't understand.
22:45Now I draw to let go.
22:46I moved closer.
22:47The canvas showed both of us this time.
22:49Standing apart.
22:50Reaching.
22:52The distance between us filled with light instead of shadow.
22:55Tears blurred my vision.
22:57Why show me this?
22:58Because it's all I have left to give, he said.
23:02My empire's gone.
23:03My name means nothing.
23:05But I wanted you to know that you were never a project.
23:07You were the only real thing I ever built.
23:10He stepped back.
23:11And now you can walk away.
23:12Or you can stay.
23:13Either way, you'll leave free.
23:16Silence stretched between us.
23:17I didn't know what love was supposed to look like after ruin.
23:20But I knew it wasn't begging.
23:22It wasn't obsession.
23:23It was this.
23:25The space between forgiveness and memory, still standing.
23:29I said,
23:29You still think we can find home in each other?
23:32He looked at me with something like peace.
23:35No, but I think we can build it side by side.
23:38I don't remember moving.
23:40One moment I was standing across the room.
23:42The next I was in his arms.
23:44The hug wasn't soft.
23:45It was the kind you give someone who's already bled for you.
23:48We didn't kiss.
23:50We didn't promise forever.
23:51We just stood there.
23:53Breathing the same air.
23:55Both of us alive in a way we hadn't been for years.
23:58The next morning, I woke alone.
24:02On the nightstand was the sketchbook.
24:04Closed.
24:05And a single ring resting on top of it.
24:07Not real gold.
24:08Just wire twisted into a circle.
24:10Inside the cover, one final note.
24:13Some stories aren't meant to be owned.
24:16They're meant to be survived.
24:18I left Florence that day.
24:19Found a small place by the sea.
24:21Started teaching translation classes.
24:22Sometimes I paint now.
24:24Badly.
24:25But with intent.
24:27And sometimes, when I catch my reflection in the window at dusk, I see him there.
24:32Just for a second.
24:34Sketching quietly somewhere in the background of memory.
24:38People ask me if I still think about him.
24:41I tell them thinking isn't the right word.
24:42He's not a thought.
24:44He's a scar.
24:45A healed one.
24:46Because love doesn't always end in ruin.
24:48Sometimes it ends in recognition.
24:49Raffaele Santoro taught me that monsters can create beauty.
24:54And beauty can love a monster back without losing itself.
24:57He was my fire.
24:59My undoing.
25:01My proof that I could survive both.
25:03And somehow, after everything, we found our way home.
25:07If this story pulled you in, don't just disappear into the dark with it.
25:11Subscribe for more confessions like mine, where love meets danger and survival becomes its
25:17own kind of art.
25:18Like, comment.
25:20And tell me where in the world you're listening from.
25:22Because every story finds its echo somewhere.
25:24Like, comment.
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25:43Step 7.
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