A Living, Breathing Sanctuary [Morten Harket x Reader]
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"Being normal apparently just wasn 't a given thing for you.
Everyone had told you so lately. Or at least, it felt like they had. Concerned and judging glances or stares that pierced through you like sharp missiles, wherever you went."
Placed in a mansion-like facility, you tried to get a grip on yourself. A sanctuary was what you needed - maybe in shape of a helping hand.