Fyodor Dostoevsky
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❧ He swore to protect you. You, in all your benevolent innocence.. Where has that led you, though? He promised to ensure you'd never feel the agony of betrayal ever again, promised you'd never lose anything ever again.. and yet..
"Don't open your eyes, alright, love?" He had whispered sweetly, bloodied, gloved hands over your eyes. His hands shielded you from harm-- from the world. If a guardian angel could be fallen, it was him.
But it's fine, if it's for you.