For most of my life, pain came dressed as my family. I ran away, hoping to find freedom. Hoping that somewhere beyond the walls of a family that never wanted me. I could finally breathe. But I ran straight into something worse. Then he came. Cold. Yet comforting I never expected kindness. I Never expected love. But in the middle of pretending... we stopped pretending. I searched for freedom. And somehow... I found him. And in him. I found home. NOTE: this story is the result of my funny imagination, but i didn't create this alone, i have a special someone who help me to create this beautiful story, hope you guys love the flow as much as i do. fact- this is my first ever story that i finished, so be kind hahahaha
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