"He looks at her with a strange expression. Careful and guarded, a mask of something she knows all too well. She sees it every time she looks in her mirror. A mask of human flesh that reminds you to play human. To play alive."
—r.m | excerpt #59
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Between the Perennial Blooms || Paul Lahote
Fanfiction"I never wanted you; not really. But then I saw you standing there in that little white dress with the grass stains on the hem and suddenly you became the most precious thing in the world to me. When I first shifted I promised myself that if I ever...
