"All my reactions were geared toward those kind of *killers*―the *montsers*, the *enemies*. **When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give to your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you ***truly*** loved?"
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Story by soapy
it hurts.
hello, hello! this is my first jegulus fic on wattpad (and it's on ao3!) it's called "it hurts." on...
