Mr. Midnight

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He spoke in lies. Beautiful tender lies that made her stomach curl over itself; set her heart’s rhythm into a thunderous melody. They made her a believer. Not because she lacked esteem or common sense. Mostly because she allowed his words to move into her as though they were light. A thing to be craved. Not feared. So she believed these lies because somewhere, she needed to believe.