The Revenge Of The Dead Luna

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ter I was wat

my skin. The sweet smell of fresh roses and the unmistakable smell of the damp earth filled my nostrils at every breath I breathed in. Calmn

it was

sized boot cladded feet and stopped in front of the litt

arm smile. Dressed in dark blue overalls folded at the sleeve, with a blue undershirt and brown boots, he was a sight

again,

a habit of checking on me every few hours. He complained I worked too much but I didn't really

ea

alls, no messages_nothing. The thought of it made my heart hurt. I had assumed that no mat

lma's older sister. At the end of the day, we we

hey cared. I hope that they'd show even an hint of regret or remorse for what they'd done. One phone call to see how I was f

cared for me. But

ing to c

e-g

r black curls were tied into two pigtails and bounced with each step her little legs took.

and get to us faster not caring of the mud splattering and staining her dr

ould not be ha

tched her stumble but quickly regain comp

llo ther

ne, she dashed to hide behind me. Wrapping her small hands around my legs she poked her head to the side and peered at Br

nd why she only speaks

other eight months ago in a rogue attack and little Cece saw it hap

ly. She was withdrawn, unusually quiet and overly cautious. She didn't play w

to say a word to anyone no matter how much they prodded not even

tle Cece started talking to me. Everyone were both confused and happ

ened up to me. And now she practicall

n we go see

hands affectionately across her cheeks. My heart warmed when she leaned in. Cece resente

ver Cece content to claim her as her pup. Ever since we met Cece for the first time

ove, we can g

sons I had not completely lost my mind, aside from the kindness and affection the enti

bubbly girl

ously full of life

he Aegis I

ght, they de