A bruise you put a band-aid and then WHAT is left is only a scar. You're still you.
One bite, heals without scarring. You get - at best - stuck, you lose your "true self."
Perhaps, to accept, even if it is not your choice.
Hunters. They are everywhere.
Love. Avoid love not to hurt the loved one to discover the truth.
Derek always avoided both things, he hardly imagined it would soon be face-to-face with both, that would not only protect yourself.
Your greatest fear became real, his great love saw him as he really is.
The worst possible way.
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