"Then tell me what you see then Mila," His harsh glare, daring her to continue.
"I see... A shattered vase," Mila paused looking into his stormy grey eyes. "I see nothing but a shattered boy, with this 'bad ass' facade. A facade that thinks can piece him together. But in reality that facade is just breaking him even more." She stepped closer to Silver, as it dawned on her that he was crying, they both were. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him in a tight embrace as they both stood there. And maybe, just maybe this embrace would finally be the glue gun that pieces this broken boy back together.
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Story by Kylea Song
His Mate.
"You're mine," Evan growled lowly into my ear. "I'll be damned if anyone hurts a single hair o...