𝙰 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢

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Anyways this story will be different than the others and most likely longer.
It was inspired by the anime Given. I love that anime with all of my heart so I thought why not make a one-shot out of it.

TRIGGER WARNING
THIS WILL HAVE MENTIONS OF SELF HARM, FAMILY PROBLEMS,  AND ABUSE SUICIDE
PLEASE READ THIS AT YOUR OWN RISK.

PLEASE WATCH THE VIDEO ABOVE TO UNDERSTAND. SKIP TO THE TIMESTAMP 1:05 IF YOU LIKE
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"Y/n you know I love you right.."
His eyes penetrated yours as you nodded, Your face slowly looking down at the ground. His warm fingers lifted your head as you look back into his eyes. His soft lips connect with yours as you both share a passionate kiss.

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"There is no winter without Snow"
-Mafuyu

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Years
Before




"Y/N STOP HIDING AND COME OUT HERE THIS INSTANT"

Your body was shaking with a tremendous amount of fear and pain, tears streaming down your face like no tomorrow. Your small fragile body was covered in bruises and scratches from your father.

He was an alcoholic and would come home drunk every single day.
Your mother on the other hand stayed at home and took care of the house.

How did this all start may you ask? How did you end up in such a position?

Well, your father had come home drunk and half out of his mind like usual. While your mother was sleeping on the couch, your father had gotten pissed off that she hadn't done the dishes and slapped her awake.
You had gotten quite upset at this so you decided to step in to try and defend your mother.
You had screamed at him to leave her alone.

Which leads you up to right now. Hiding in your room closet to avoid a major beating from your father.

His loud footsteps came closer to your room. You knew he would find you if you had stayed in this closet any longer. Lucky for you. You currently lived in a one-story house, meaning if you were to jump out of the window you wouldn't take much damage.

The footsteps got closer and closer.

You hopped out of the closet and ran straight for the window in your room. Quickly you unhooked the latches that were holding the window together.

He barged into the room only to see you hop out of the window. He ran towards it trying to grab your foot before you had completely jumped out.

He missed, you tumbled onto the floor and quickly got up and ran.

You turned around to see your father yelling at you to come back but your feet kept going.

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You soon ended up in the park, trying to catch your breath you go sit behind a bush. Not wanting to cause any attention to yourself.

Sadly enough that didn't quite work out well for you.

You were wheezing to such a extend a small boy with dirty Brown hair heard it.

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