Drew's parents were the ones to come forth with the marriage proposal. It was more like a business merger contract, but it wasn't too bad. I had heard about Drew, and he knew about me. I didn't mind being held by him, and I suppose I could imagine a...
I hoped, that unknown though, everything was alright.
But I had a fear, and I feared that they were not.
At times, either one took the spotlight, sometimes putting a balm on my unchanging and unhealthy wounds, or stabbing all over those bleeding wounds. I sometimes watched older wounds festering, giving off a pungent smell that screwed with my mind, clawing their way deep within the recesses of my anxious mind.
And Poppy, I've lost to fear.
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