17// struggle
"Ophelia?"
Grayson appeared around the corner
his eyes filled with concern
I dug the heel of my palm
against my cheeks
trying to wipe away the crying
"Baby, what's wrong?"
his arms wrapped around me
and I was pressed to his chest
the empty feeling was doused
as warmth seeped into my body
"i can't meet your family"
I tried to contain my whimpers
but it failed
"Yes, you can"
he whispered in my ear
"I won't leave your side"
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S U I T S (#2)
Historia CortaLife consisted of men and lace Then Grayson took Ophelia home Life began to consist of wealth and S U I T S *Sequel to L A C E* ®All Rights Reserved to ARM179 Best Ranking: #152 in Short Story 19/1/16
