The Breeder And Her Lycan Beast

Since I was young, all my recollections blend into a painful narrative. Harshness, neglect, and the hurt from those who should've been my guardians have etched deep scars on my heart and self-worth, making it feel like an icy, fragile place. But amidst the turmoil, there's one cherished memory that offers a glimmer of hope. In those times, a boy with his dark, slightly tousled hair and soulful stormy gray eyes held my world together, treating me like the most valuable treasure he'd ever laid eyes on. Perhaps without his outstretched hand on that fateful day, I wouldn't be here today. Yet, the thought of encountering him again fills me with anxiety. The mere prospect of meeting those warm, devoted eyes, once filled with such love for someone who no longer deserves it, terrifies me. It's a bittersweet longing that I struggle to bear.