She stares.
What a funny creature it is, holding out the Forbidden Fruit.
She reaches out.
How smooth it feels under her hand.
She bites.
And oh, oh, this is both better and worse than anything she ever could have imagined.
She swallows.
And she learns. They are not the same, and she is not innocent.
She cries.
She misses her innocence, so so much. She needs someone to fall with.
She looks for him.
He's found easily, and he agrees to her propostion easily.
She tempts.
He swallows, and he cries as well.
She had damned them all.
This, she knows now, is freedom.
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