as you cower in fear waiting to be burned down you see a guy drop the flint your eyes meeting he sees you and your scared expression don’t worry ma belle I got you he lifts you from out of the wreckage pressing you to his chest Viens mon amour I promise I’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to be afraid again he kisses your head gripping you tightly a feeling of pity and guilt in his chest
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