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Thirty Eight

*AALIYAH*

His masculine frame stands still, surveying the pen that once used to house Jim and Jay. How time flies, from a distance, I can feel his pent-up emotions pouring out, the hurt embroidered in his hard mass.

With gentle steps, I approach him. I encircle his solid frame from behind, my tender touch seeking to offer solace.

His strong arms find their place upon mine, fingers tracing delicate patterns along my skin. I rest my head upon the sturdy expanse of his back, silently urging him to confide in me

"Thanks, Aaliyah," he murmurs. With a tender gesture, he guides my hand upward, bringing it to his lips, his warm breath caressing my skin in a gentle kiss.

"They are greatly missed," I respond softly, my voice laden with compassion.

He turns, his eyes locking with mine as my arms remain wrapped around his strong frame. "Yeah, if I had the power to change certain things, there's one thing I wouldn't alter: the scars on Hector's chest caused by my claws," His gaze shifts to hi
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