Love mends even the broken parts
Loren looked up at Maea as she stood. For a moment, unease stirred in his gut, but when she gestured at him and began to pace, he settled down again. When she spoke about his family, he hesitated for just a moment, then nodded. "Yes. They were victims too." Hugging Astra tight, he spoke in a broken whisper. "For a long time I vowed not to let anyone be hurt as I'd been hurt." It came out guiltily.
"I..." Letting his voice trail off, he sighed. "Maybe a little?" Scrubbing his face, he looked away from the pale woman, shame etched on his features. "Because I was never enough, before. There's always been something that someone, or that I, felt was wrong with me."
"I..." Letting his voice trail off, he sighed. "Maybe a little?" Scrubbing his face, he looked away from the pale woman, shame etched on his features. "Because I was never enough, before. There's always been something that someone, or that I, felt was wrong with me."
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