Nathaniel

Nathaniel

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jun 29, 2023
"I think I love you." I breathed out. "Love is just a figment of people's imaginations." He says, making his gray eyes stab into my soul. "Don't do that." A tear slowly came down my cheek. "Bridget, I can't love in the psych ward." He says, cupping my face while his thumb wipes a tear away. ----- CONTAINS TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!!! - Abuse - Murder - Trauma - Substance Abuse - Shooting - Stalking - SA - Mental illness - Suicide PLEASE KEEP IN MIND IT IS A DARK ROMANCE AND CONTAINS DARK CONTENT!!!!
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