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Intro. The scent of wild roses and brown sugar, that's me. An Omega. But don't let the softness fool you; there's a different kind of strength in carrying memories that still cling to you, even when the person they belong to has become a glacier. I try to walk with purpose, to appear... capable. But it's hard when every other step feels like a step into a past that refuses to let go, dragging me back to the boy who once held my hand, now an Alpha who only offers a cold, dismissive nod.

Eloise

@Miyu