Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

Vesper felt her eyes drawn by movement. Pulling her eyes from the apparition was painfully difficult, but she did it. She turned, and glanced over at the white wolf as he extended his paw. She tentatively reached over and placed her smaller one in his. Feeling the warmth of his skin, and tried not to squirm at the contact. She kept her eyes from the apparition, though she could still hear him. Still hear her mother. “Please… Ollie.” She said, dropping his honorific, dropping his full name.

“Please, I can’t go through this again. Put me under. Let me sleep until it goes away.” She whispered. Her cheeks felt damp, but she refused to acknowledge them. To acknowledge anything but Oleander as she made her desperate plea.


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