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lit moodboard: there are no saints by sophie lark

Mara turns her head, staring at me steadily with those metal-edged irises. "I don't want to be taken care of. I want to be seen." I've taken a life but never shared a life. I lift my hand off the covers, crossing the space between us, cupping the curve of her jaw while my thumb rests on her full lower lip. "I see you." "I know you do," Mara replies quietly. "And I want to see you." "Be careful what you wish for."