FENRYS’ POV
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Terminally insane— that’s what I probably looked like as I held Briar by the hair on the edge of a cliff with pointy rocks that promises death if one would tumble, and honestly, I feel insane. She makes me feel insane, untethered to this being I am expected to act like, and it’s like the last ten years of my life had become nothing short of a dream, but it wasn’t a dream.
She wasn’t a dream. She’s…salvation. She’s a glimmer of hope in my darkest hours and the frustratingly beautiful flower that stands alone in a dead, dry field.
She is the unexpected pond atop a mountain with weird creatures, yet…I know she hates me, and that hatred will only grow.
But there’s still invisible string that tethered me to her. It draws me to her, luring me like the moon lures the tides of t
