Crescent moons make me sick and f*****g nostalgic. Because they bring back painful memories.
Staring at the glistering crescent moon out the window bar, I feel all my pent-up agony and misery resurfacing.
Every bit of scars and aches that I try so hard to conceal every day was forcing its way up right now. Forcing me down memory lane. Making me revisit every agonizing event that turned me into such a mess.
Over two decades ago, I was just a young Alpha, free, naive, and in love. Yeah, head over heels in love with my mate. Finding her so early was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me.
She was gorgeous. Dear goddess, she was a beauty. She was enchanting, she radiated the kinda beauty that would have every man spellbound. And I was, f*****g spellbound.
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