Tension and frustration

Raven’s POV

I hug Saviour tightly, my fingers clutching his shirt. After a while, my sobs reduce to tiny sniffles and he's still holding me close, whispering sweet nothings to my hearing.

“Feel better?” He asks when I softly pull away.

I nod, “A little. I feel… lighter.” I whisper, allowing him...

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