I Can Hear Your Voice

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"Take the week off again," the man spat. A whimper was all he got in reply, and he sneered. "Damn mutt, this was all your fucking fault. Should've died back then," he muttered before he slammed the door, ignoring the sniffles and cries coming from the boy laying on a bed. The boy cried because while his world has always been grey, while everything around him was bleak and that he knew his own existence didn't matter to the world, he cried because the flame that kept him company in the dark was gone.

He knows he knows he knows he knows he knows he knows...

Oh, but he loved him. He loves him so much that his chest swells with warmth, but he knew. The boy wasn't careful lately. He knew that his mate noticed something. He knew that his mate was asking him subtle questions and it wouldn't be long until he found out.

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