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author
Phantoms_Echo
summary
A familiar hang glider caught his eyes instead. His shoulders slumped as he watched it grow smaller and smaller, disappearing into the night.
With it, his last respite vanished before his eyes.
"Conan?" Ran called from the stairs, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Conan's voice cracked around the quiet word. He swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat and tried again, "Nothing."
genre
Hurt and Comfort
rating
T
note
part three | New Love Blooms in Spring
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read it on the link below
https://archiveofourown.org/works/12624028/chapters/29093874#workskin
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