Crossing Boundaries

Crossing Boundaries

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They say when a person we love dies, the living affected by that person, dies with them. I'm not sure how that's possible, if we can't be with them physically. It hurts to know that the person you saw everyday, the person you talked to every now and then, the person you called your friend, is gone. Buried 6 ft underground, inside a box, and surrounded by dirt. Seeing them every Sunday, placing flowers on their grave, and talking to them, isn't the same as communicating with them face to face...but at least you feel secure when you do it. It's something that helps you recover a bit, and helps you feel better. But it isn't the same when you're going home, and that pain starts to swell up in your chest, and the sadness fills your head; just knowing that you can't be able to see them...just makes matters worse.
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The pain was too intense. I had no one. Parents? My mother died in a fire. Father couldn't stand seeing how much I looked like my mother. Sibling? My father still believed my mother was alive a hiding, and never met anyone. «¥» I was slowly dying inside. My pack was in a war. Fighting against the most toughest, harsh, and rough pack known in North and South America. When the alpha turns out to be my mate I'm not concerned about, by him. «¥» There's an inferno burning me inside and out. My pack was slowly breaking down,brick by brick. I tried to make excuses for why he did that to me Stress? Tired? But when he rejected me, I left, with a burden. «¥» The passion of hurt started from the balls of my feet and ran upward. I was lost. Pain was an understatement. I would have died. We would have died. If the pack attacking my old pack hadn't kidnapped me. If then I wouldn't have found my second chance mate. «¥» Follow the life of Bethany. And see how it plays out.

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