Being mean to someone is only a start, you do so many times you just can't count.. I'm the Badass..

~*~*Erica*~*~

Hope.. one thing that breaks a bind of giving up. He's always there to give me.. that. His cold body silhouettes the inner kingdom of the woods, watching me...My Wolf. He's always there, his Hazel eyes watch my every move. When I grab a cup of tea and sit, or read on my outside patio. So many times I have tried to touch him, or to Just know that he isn't afraid of me.

I stretched my body across the bed, yawning. I slowly moved to the side, my feet touched the cold tile. I got up and went to the shower stripping off the night cloths.

30 mins later.

I waddled with my wet legs over to my closet, pick out black tight skinny jeans and a white shirt with a black leather jacket and descended the stairs...

Notes

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