He takes Chases from Darling him fully My wolf now feels very comfortable with his handling ham
The
painted fresh, newpi turimp Dollar is handing Calch a present for his walls. Hun blown up picture of Calch in fur form tied to a past looking unterly shameful. My eyes watered schen Ballin showed me the giħ. I brought him a pliat lisä männytres, a representation of good fortune be the June||
Lor faites the hair on my arms. Nothing remain inade this home but what it here now. Turning to Dallas, he’s looking at every corner. sadness in his epen. Dies just looking at what calch has done with the place, his old plane
this white jore sweeping off my feet, riding off into the sunset, Jappily ever after
A fairy tale ending is nat
Imron the Cinderella of my stories pain
Pakuota protein, bor kam loved like a fairytale enha
We have created out onburytale om muun perron il hand holding me
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amage in a white horse, non keight in shining armor, hot being end of the story||
My Enal part.
The beginning of memory was about love and rectanty isiny pop yours. It’s ang seryear filed with abundance
Ja me pages tumed one other the other, a darkness starts to descend over who I thought I was.
1 thought would be the rest of my story!
was beloved by someone made just for So who didn’t want to take a chance on me
in showed ne b was not special. This was my Automon years||
The thinning of a wind, the decay of a life. Slowly eroding shoes, until was just a shell that man thing, just barely breathing
As with lem
pages keep fapping moving forward, my winter yours
der your filled with gun wenching so. There is no love. Never will love or he loved. That’s what my story was teaching me
Love it nothing but a barren wasteland
He destroyed my soul. Somewhere along the way the Moon took pry one for men and gramed me with a gin]]
My god. How could I when all I have ever known wasther I am not good enough“|||
-to offer someone was nothing anyone waited
I’m defective in curte p
Again my fairytale storyksept fuming, spring arriving filled with fresh growth, nem beginnings, and i mest bin, my prince, hun he’s disguised. I never really gave him a true chance because I wacklisted byang bwa litary to really candider myself wordly enough. All those pearsal thinking myself unworthy, that have is a terrible thing, mally destroyed my perspective on how
Every stojost the way, my prince challenged me made me feel things that I have over felt before ||
Good and hat||
He was alde bu give me my first mette life back inna me]]
twooddpover have nye Chance
Willeula
An the final page glares blană în my fare il a my chenice to start
bumy dlenice to start a life that has henger to me. I just red oak that making the right decision
1 this is just the beginning to my happy ending[]
Inny heart. I know that this is what I want, thüri
I walk down the p
a pahan my own, koking to the past eyes. My Early comes wy father, mother, sitters, and their manes all present|[]
“I love you, Mya” My father’s whisper hit my ears my step slightly falter. My mother has her to dripping out of her eyes]
The little female papa are looking at me like I’m a princess dressed up in red, made up just for this day 1 think in their minds they want to look like me on their special day..
“A real princess,” a file one whispers to her mother, pointing at me in awe
Irs the last time I will wear red. No more will I show my availably. I completely taken
La Grace has ourdone herself with the planning, the decorations, the music
Everything is magical the final scene in the romance movies.]
The tordies light our path, casting of dancing shadows in the tree line. The moon creates a soft glammering glow of light from her full body
Even the in watching on
All eyes are on us. The whole pack is gathered, including my family; they said they wouldn’t miss this for the world.]
