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“In the heart of the night, where secrets entwine?—

A dance of shadows, a mystical sign?—

Her pulse syncs with his beats, in a world sosurreal?—

In the echo of webs, her heart starts to feel?—

In this web of stars, they both find their trance?—

On this hot electric night, a monster’s romance?—

A whisper, in the dark, her soul’s searching call?—

In her spider’s arms, the girl finds her all?—”

These words I had heard before, she’d been working on them for half of our journey. But then she started signing new ones, apparently created on the spot, from our current situation.

“Lost in the silence, where the shadows weave?—

Her heart aches in her chest, in the web he leaves?—

Her tears are like dewdrops, silk strands that gleam?—

In the absence of love, her heart’s fractured dream?—

But in the weave of his web, her spider sees her face?—

And a truth dawns in him, with both softness and grace?—

And he knows through each thread, her sweet essence calls?—

With her, he’s complete, she’s his fortress, his walls.

And in the labyrinth of silk, his heart finally knew?—

Her presence was a beacon, a light, piercing through?—

No distance, too far, and no night too dark?—

She’s his guiding star, she’s his eternal spark.”

As Sloane sang her song,the words couldn’t have been more true, but nevertheless I felt myself fading.

If only I was worthy of her.

Of having a love like this.

But then I realized as I held her what a fool I’d been.

I had had one.

The spider she was singing about wasme.

I had moved among humans my whole life, never feeling like I belonged. For all my talk of loving Sloane, I hadn’t fully believed in her love for me, because of my monstrous nature and her subsequent fears, until this very moment, as she added a final verse.

“His web, a masterpiece, crafted with care and might?—

A testament to a bond that makes her feel so right?—

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