So, you want a story?
My story?
This story isn't about childhood friends. It's not about magic. Not about wolves or about some antiquated blood feud. Is it a love story? With every fiber of my being, I hope so or I guess, I really am an idiot. Just like they all said. Like I always told myself.
If I could pick a moment, remember me in every slow song. Remember me as Band-Aids and as coffee, the lame sugary kind that you hate. I hope you'll never be able to drink it black again. I hope you think of me when you hear it brew.
Remember me as I was at the start, in the middle and just before the very end.
Not like this.
Goodbye Coop.
I've loved my whole life loving you.
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Somewhere
WerewolfSam hasn't seen Cooper Blackwood in five years. Not since the "incident". And now that he's back, Sam wants answers and he doesn't plan to let him get away this time. However, the truth could land him in the middle of a blood feud. Welcome to So...
