However, when the sun rose in the morning, shining through our balcony doors, we’d open our eyes, and we’d be okay. Not perfect, not entirely healthy, not even rational where our love for one another was concerned. Just okay. Merely sufficient, at best. But there’d be only acceptance—never shame—in being two divine failures as we emerged from slumber, perfectly flawed, and wide awake.

- Wide Awake, Chapter 52, by Angstgoddess003
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