One day, when I tell you about my past, don't test me with my future.
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I took a few steps back when the demons brought the God I killed and threw him in front of me. I could barely contain the urge to look at the man I love, but I had to hold on. If I looked at his face, remembered how much I fell in love with him, I would want to come back from everything and I couldn't. If I did that, nothing would come back. I would remain the old Desiree and never go on. Never again could I accept my true identity. If I looked at him, I would be able to daydream and wouldn't walk on the path to my goals. I shouldn't have looked at him. And I hadn't looked.
