I’m re-posting this because for some bizarre reason half of the post vanished. It’s now back with the full three lines it was meant to have!
She’d thought he was her beacon, her guiding light through the treacherous shoals. Too late she’d discovered he was merely a will-o’-the-wisp leading her into dangerous waters. Now she stands alone on the rocks, and the only light she follows is her own.
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