The Outcast's Rejection
Each word was a dagger, sharpened by years of disappointment—not just from my classmates, but from the entire pack.
I wasn’t just an outcast. I was an embarrassment.
I kept walking, chin up, even though my chest tightened with the familiar ache of being unwanted. It wasn’t just school— I felt it at home, too.
Once, I had been someone’s world.
My father had never looked at me like I was broken. He used to tuck me into his arms, brushing his calloused fingers over my hair, whispering, “It’ll come, little wolf. Some take longer.”
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