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Untamed [UPDATE]

aarmauShipper1999

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Parts 9
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Reads 130
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Parts 9
Time 27m

aarmauShipper1999

emoboy prisoners romance werewolf

"You don't have to act like it doesn't hurt."

 I shake my head, still staring at the broken mug. "She's gone, Levi. I let her go."

 He hums softly - not with pity, not sympathy, just... understanding. Then he sits beside me on the floor, shoulder to shoulder, close enough that I can feel the warmth of him.

 "She's not gone," he says quietly. "Not yet. We'll find her." He just stays there - solid, silent, steady - like an anchor in a storm. "Let it out," he murmurs, squeezing my hand reassuringly every once in a while.

 After a while, he reaches out and picks up one of the bigger pieces of the shattered mug. He turns it over in his hand, studying the faded flowers. Then he sets it gently on the counter.

 "For when we bring her home," he says.All Rights Reserved

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