Primordial Wolf: His Vengeful Queen
“Hey,“ came a low voice. It was Jason. He picked up my suitcase and clothes, placing them on the bed, beside my remaining laid-out clothes.
“They wouldn't fit in,“ I said wearily.
“You still suck at packing,“ he scoffed out a chuckle, folding up the clothes and fixing them into the suitcase. And as always, he made them all fit in. He zipped up the suitcase.
“Yeah, I still suck at it,“ I admitted, lowering my head dejectedly.
“What's wrong?“ He asked, sitting next to me. Not too close for our arms to touch, but close enough to hear the deafening sound of my beating heart.
“I don't wanna leave, not again. I'm sick and tired of it.“ I said, pouring out my heart to the guy I'd beaten up just yes
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