



exiled lover
The blood that ran through his veins was dirty and impure, the blood of a freak. Definitely the red liquid, not just his own, disgusted him. She tried to control her instincts as much as possible, every little detail noticed by her incredible eagle eyes, every specific scent her nostrils could catch, every sound and every thought. With each passing day, Macy camouflaged herself more and more among normal people, between that sameness full of futility and totally distorted from reality. Sometimes it was easy to forget who she really was, and being with a normal person, not just because he was normal, but because he loved her, made her feel like everyone else. May the truth never be told, right? Who would accept a beast?
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View profileEu sou feita de sonhos interrompidos, detalhes despercebidos e amores mal resolvidos. Sou feita de choros sem ter razão e atos por impulsão....
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