Mending Bruises, But Not the Heart
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Deyran's vision blurred and his steps grew unsteady as he fought to stay upright. The pain in his arm became unbearable, cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. Just as he was about to collapse, a steady hand caught him, and a soothing voice echoed in his ears.

Doing as instructed, he inhaled and exhaled. The pain became just a bit more bearable.

He blinked, trying to focus on the man before him. The sight of the handsome face stirred curiosity within him. Never had he thought he would become the damsel in distress—but he liked it. Despite his condition, Deyran couldn’t resist a quip. Oh, already taking me to your room without a first date? he murmured, a weak grin flickering across his face.

The half-elf’s smirk widened, his eyes dancing with playful light. Guess I'm special then, he replied. The man's firm grip felt unexpectedly reassuring to him.

A sweet moment turned sour as the pain intensified, Deyran's bravado crumbled, tears welling up and spilling over. The city's vibrancy seemed a cruel contrast to his current state, the lively streets mocking his agony. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to put one foot in front of the other, each step feeling like a thousand needles. I think I still got a few steps in me, he said, his voice strained.


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Mending Bruises, But Not the Heart - by Deyran - 06-28-2024, 09:30 AM
RE: Mending Bruises, But Not the Heart - by Deyran - 08-06-2024, 10:29 AM