The Ghost of You
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Brynnan
Have you ever felt like you know there is something out there in your destiny lying in wait for you to seize it? Something far greater than where you're at. That's me, standing with my feet in quicksand. Sinking slowly, knowing there's a way out but unsure of how exactly to get there and what lies on the other side.
Until him.
My Ghost.
A man I met for a brief moment in time. A man I know nothing about. A man who came in as quickly as he left. A ghost.
Arrow
When you think of assholes I'm what you picture in your head. The man your mothers warned you about. The man father's reach for the shotgun to chase away. Relationships aren't my thing. My family, my tattoo shop and my bike. Those are my things.
Until her.
My fucking Dare Devil.
A woman I met for the faintest of moments but hasn't left my damn head since. A woman I should stay away from. Someone who dances on the edge of innocence, ripe for the taking.
My Dare Devil.
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