Whelve
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MatureComplete Fri, Dec 25, 20204h 22m
Despite being dealt a bad hand in life, Ev promised to himself to never lose hope. He promised to always strive to find the silver lining. That was until he met him.
Healing had never been an option for Daniel. Not with the life he had. And when something can't be healed there is only one way to stop the pain.
Ev was no stranger to trauma. But helping someone else go through it when they were still scared to face it seemed almost impossible. And yet losing hope was not an option for him.
Trigger warning in the Author's Note. PLEASE READ.
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