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"How dare you touch what's mine."
The hair on my neck stood as I quivered under the authority of her voice and so did he.

Imagine running indefinitely...
Dying only to wake and run again...
Unable to comprehend why it recurs...
Tiresome and unvarying... hastening her pace, bidding to flee an inevitable death.
Death in the form of an enormous, menacing cat with eyes like the night sky, beautiful yet cold and calculating, her coat- the darkest, lustrous black she had ever seen.

How did it come to this?
Can this cycle ever be broken?

{THIS IS AN LGBT BOOK. NO HATE OR I'LL KICK YO ASS}