Fragile // Scisaac

Fragile // Scisaac

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"Scott I was locked in a freezer for most of my life." Isaac says. "Isaac you will never be locked in a freezer again or be abused again." Scott says with his eyes filling up with tears. "Isaac I Love You So Much!!! More Than You Will Ever Know. I Won't Let Anybody Hurt You I Promise!" "I love you too Scott! And I know you won't let anybody hurt me. I'm just Fragile." Isaac saying while tears fall down his face. "I know you are fragile but you have me to lean on!" Scott says crying with Isaac. Will Isaac lean on Scott. Or will he be to scared to trust someone again. {NOTE: This Book Does Not Go The Way The Show Goes I Changed Some Stuff For The Sake Of This Book!}
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