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Trigger warnings ⚠️ : Mentions of physical child abuse(Orian's past) SA (both as a child and adult)

Amara's pov

I sat at the banks of the stream, with my legs crossed by my side. My memories of how I had crossed it to get away from Orian coming back to me as I picked at the sand with a twig I had broken off the low branch of a tree.

I got to drawing on the sand with the twig, carving Orian's full name with the nicknames I had for him first before drawing a heart and Cupid's arrow in it and then setting to carve out my names beneath it and I tried to spell his nickname for me in his language which he still hadn't told me the meaning before writing a together forever beneath the drawings and adding kissy faces of a male and female caricature.

You are so cringe, Cora rolled her eyes at my antics, add love signs at the top of his name, and put in extra for me... please.

Who's cringe now? I snorted at her before doing exactly as she said and when I was done, I pul