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This is me, lowkey

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That one bug in my house at 1:00 AM;

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Me looking up at my 6" brother (I'm 5"4)

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Blood dripped down the bear's hands as he stood narrow-eyes over the corpse, claws wet with the crimson blood of his enemy. In his eyes, the man deserved it. He had planned on taking away the one he loved; The one he was destined to be better for. One life was nothing in the grand scheme of things; A mere speck of blood that would splatter the reputation of his hometown. Nobody would ever be able to trace him back to this. What looked like a cut from a knife, was actually an act from his own claws. Nothing else mattered to him except being with the one he craved. The one he loved endlessly, dreamt of every night and thought of every day. No-one else mattered. That omega would be his. Whether he had to use brute force or not.