Words. Silence. Gestures. Looks. Touches. Tears. They're like domino pieces.
When you create a story, you put them in a precise order, perfectly lined up, making them fall in a controlled way, one at the time.
In reality it's not that simple. Words can lead to war instead of peace. Looks and gestures can bring years of silence. Touch can lead to tears just like tears can lead back to touch. It's complicated.
We don't know how the dominoes would fall, we can't pretend we do, we were just simply moved by the strings attached to them. We didn't knew that that falls would bring conflict and betrayal but also loyalty and love. Union. But we wouldn't change anything, not a single moment, we wouldn't change our story. Because that is what gives our lives meaning. Stories like this one. Stories of two becoming one. The Story of Our Pack.
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STORY OF OUR PACK (werewolf story)
LobisomemFirst there were two. After some time, tears, wars, they merged together. This it's story. A story of love.
