When I saw her, I didn’t look—I listened. Her presence was thunder and silence at once. She didn’t need me to save her. 

She needed someone who wouldn’t flinch when she hissed. 
Someone who’d stay when she growled. 
Someone who’d fall to their knees not in fear, but in faith.

I don’t know if I’ll ever deserve her trust. But I’ll give her my whole life if it means she’ll look at herself the way I do—not cursed. Not monstrous.

Just divine.
Just her.