Love and Bones
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  • Reads 1,596
  • Votes 38
  • Parts 14
  • Time 52m
Ongoing, First published Jul 27, 2023
Mature
"You shouldn't be here." Unlike so many others, she could hear the fear beneath the monotone he spoke with. It took every ounce of self-control she had, not to run to his side.

"Neither should you," She countered, "what's going on Zack?" The fear and confusion in her voice was clear. His heart broke further at the question.

"I do not know." He was unable to meet her eyes as the lie slipped through his lips.

"Don't give me that shit Zachary Uriah." She was desperate.

"I can't tell you." She couldn't help the chuckle of disbelief at his words.

"I'll be damned if you think I'm leaving here without the truth." She rubbed harshly at the tears that slid down her cheeks.

"He threatened you," Those three words were all she needed. "I tried to calculate the possibilities." Her tears were falling freely as she rushed to his side. "I couldn't risk being wrong."
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