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The only thing he could hear was the moaning, that came from those lips that he loved so much.
He knew everything. She loved that thing.
He had read the mind of the man – no, not a man, a werewolf – he hated and had heard something he would have never want to hear. This was the thing that he had feared the most.
So he lit the fire in the woods and tore himself to pieces, little by little, and waited for the fire to start licking his dead body and his broken heart.
All because the girl he loved too much had betrayed him.
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