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They deserved a better child. Ignoring the protests and warning my aching body gave me, I willed myself to stand. I needed air, I was feeling suffocated and choked in my own body. I made my way to my closet and took the first big thing my eyes caught sight of. My black hoodie. Which brought somewhat warmth to my soul because black in all it's glory held a mysterious aura; a prefect color for me because I was damned but not condemned. Most people associated it with ominous speculations but it was still a beautiful color.

ZAXHR shipping our blooming bromance I woke the next day with a horrible taste in my mouth. I opened my eyes just a tiny bit as the artificial light hurt my eyes. "I hate drinking," I groaned and cringed at the loudness of my voice. The door opened and Ashr handed me a cup of something steaming. "Drink it, it cures hangovers," he whispered softly and I took it and sipped the blue liquid. I looked down at it and back up at Ashr.

By: Jroa X Bosx1ne [Jroa:] It's like you just held my hand, it seems like you've been guiding for a while You lead me and I hug your arm, It makes you fall asleep every time your voice is heard I hope when I wake up I will see your smile again. I hope when I wake up we can repeat those moments You hold me in the palm of your hand longing for your hug. I wish I could repeat, I wish I could repeat, when will I repeat. [Jroa & Bosx1ne:]

The greenhouse let us go gently—its warmth retreating with the reluctant sigh of moisture against glass, the fragrance of crushed mint and sweet rot dissolving behind us like the last breath of a dream we weren’t entirely ready to wake from. The corridors of Ashwood, by contrast, received us with their usual austerity. Polished stone beneath our boots. Cold air thick with hierarchy. The subtle pressure of unseen eyes. It was like stepping from some forgotten pocket of sanctuary into a world sharpened at every edge.

The frosting is a pale, jaundiced yellow, the sickly echo of a winter sun. The cold. The raw, biting cold. It's not just a sensation anymore. It’s a tenant in my blood, an uninvited occupant that has finally built its home in my bones.

She wished there would be an ancestral interference but that was just a figment of her imagination. Ash came back to Frost's view and continued to run fast, pretending Myan was still with him so they wouldn't stop over to attack her. He turned around so he could be closer to the brine. He knew if he focused on the building, it would distract Frost and he could leave peacefully with Myan. Otherwise, Frost would not give up. Targeting at the foundation of the brine, Ash knew this had to require every power in him. Frost was closing in with his spirit animal and things needed speed.

Asher settled onto Rowan's lap over dessert, babbling contentedly about all the ways he and Knox had to build a treehouse in the old oak out back. Rowan sat quietly, his head bobbing solemnly, volunteering to help take plans. It was a moment from a life I'd lost and once longed for, but one that existed here, in the present tense, solid and real and mine. Dessert: apple pie and berry tart, as Asher had boasted. Crispy golden crusts, steaming filling sprinkled with sugar. Freya cut generous chunks for everyone. "For strength," she proclaimed sternly. "And for sweetness after bitterness."

Finding her was supposed to fix this. Instead, standing outside her apartment building while the evening rain hammered against his skin, Ash realized that finding her had created a different kind of desperation. The kind that demanded action. The kind that wanted to go upstairs, kick down her door, and force her to acknowledge the bond that had never fully died despite seven years of distance and deliberate severance. He hadn't done that. Yet.

“Still hasn’t arrived. And now, I’m craving it so badly it’s driving me insane.” Arden chuckled softly. “Cookies? All this gloom over cookies?” Asher looked up at him with mock seriousness. “You don’t understand. It’s not just cookies. They were special. Chocolate chip with almond bits. Perfectly crunchy on the outside, soft on the inside—” “Okay, okay,” Arden said, raising his hands in surrender, laughing. “You’re making me crave them too.” Asher sighed dramatically, falling back on the bed. “I hate waiting.”

When Nesha finally pulled back, she wiped a stray tear from her cheek and beamed, her Luna radiance returning full force. "Now," Nesha declared, linking her arm through Emerald's and steering her toward the long wooden tables piled high with food. "Let's get a proper meal into you. I hear the Frost pack cooks completely outdid themselves this year, and I want to try some of this legendary blackberry cobbler before the warriors eat it all."