Written by VixenOfVerse Grief creeps up on him like a thief in the night. He cries with great wrenching sobs and real tears. He holds the last jumper she wore before she died and smells her perfume. Chanel No 5 tickled his nose as he breathed it in, why did it hurt so … Continue reading Grief
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