To love and to hold
This heart of gold
Whiskey shots and a bottle of wine
Just for the night, I'll call you mine.
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Prologue
This is not a tale of a onenight stand. It's simple, really.
He was her dark fairytale. Her heartbroken prince, barely holding on to his sanity. And she was his twisted fantasy. A fucked up Cinderella with the audacity to run wild ...
Their stars crossed that night. Each, hurtling out of their galaxies and crashing into each other, consuming specks and stardusts and scattering it across the cosmos.
And together, they brought magic to their starless souls. Even if it was just for a night.
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