Safe Haven
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Last published Sun, Dec 23, 2018
"Thirteen years." I stated breathlessly, watching as my old friend brushed a strand of significantly shorter yet still pink hair out of their eyes.
"Y-Yeah. Time flies."
Uncomfortable. They sound...uncomfortable.
"Moddy.!Mod-"
Haven and I looked over to see a little girl running up to us then skid to a stop as she caught sight of me.
"Riot. Sweetheart. This is Moddy's friend from high school." Haven supplied.
The little girl and I stared at each other and my heart clenched in my chest as the pieces slowly fell into place. This little girl had Haven's big brown eyes. Their slight and small stature.
"Eri. This is my daughter, Riot."
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