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The next morning, the rain still fell, but the room felt brighter. Kael was sketching a new design, her expression serene, and Elena was back at her clay, the pieces she was molding feeling less like they needed to be perfect, and more like they needed to be true.

Elena sat down, turning Kael toward her. She didn’t see a puzzle. She saw the most authentic person she had ever known. shemale and garl

"I love the entirety of you," Elena whispered. "Every part. Not in spite of who you are, but because of it." The next morning, the rain still fell, but