❝We’re gonna run through your fire
Like we’ve never been burned
We're gonna laugh out loud
Like we've never been hurt
We're gonna shout it out to the edge of the world,
We’re unbreakable
You’re unbreakable.❞
..."you're all he has left. And he's all you have left." "I have you, now." "Awe. How cliché." We both started laughing. It was like an unspoken agreement, to be cliché. Probably because there was nothing cliché about us. Two werefoxes. They stare at each other in fox form, run over each other in human form, and pretend to be cliché together. *** The new version is currently being written, and will be 4,000% better than this one.***