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"I love the entirety of you," Elena whispered. "Every part. Not in spite of who you are, but because of it."

"Kael, I sculpt with clay," Elena said softly. "I know that if you don't keep it moist, it cracks. If you don't fire it, it stays soft. You are not a static thing I am trying to fix. You are art in motion." shemale and garl

Elena sat down, turning Kael toward her. She didn’t see a puzzle. She saw the most authentic person she had ever known. "I love the entirety of you," Elena whispered

"It’s better now," Kael had said, her voice soft but echoing in the crowded room. "The break is the best part." "I know that if you don't keep it moist, it cracks

Kael shook her head, tears finally escaping. "I feel like I’m always asking you to accept something new, Elena. I feel like... like I’m a puzzle you’re trying to solve, and I’m afraid you’ll decide it’s too hard."

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.