The secrets I hold close

The secrets I hold close

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Teen Wolf
Life is something mystical, one second you feel like you're on the top off the world and the next second you don't even trust and know yourself anymore. Octavius is about to learn that life has many ups and downs sometimes even the downs are the reason to keep fighting for what you believe in even when the secrets you have tried to keep hidden gets out. Secrets come in many forms some big while other quite small but no matter the size there is always a reason why it's a secret and some will kill to keep it that way.
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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

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