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Wanting.

Author: Sheridan Hartin
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-06 12:49:50

I lay back on my new ruck sack, courtesy of my mate. Clutching the old mirror to my chest as I stare up at the night sky for a moment. I’m feeling more at peace now. I knew I would follow my mate no matter the cost or situation but now that I know my mum is fine and she knows not exactly where I am but that I am alive and well, it settles me. I have a reassuring feeling inside my chest that I’m doing the right thing. I’ll keep my promise to my mum, and I won’t let Layah go. She’s mine.

A delicious scent fills my nose, and I sit up, looking across the small distance to where the firepit sits with the group surrounding it. There’s a large silver pot over the fire and Layah is chopping some vegetables into it while she speaks with one of the older men I haven’t yet introduced myself to. I wander over, and he turns to face me with a warm smile and his hand outstretched.

“Nicholaus Protoski, but you can call me Nick.” I shake his hand, taking in his features. He’s tall, almost as tall as
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