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You can't base your identity in just one thing, you can't base who you are in something so brittle that can be gone with just one touch.
But what happens when he already did that? When the only thing that held his person together is falling apart with him, when it should be over
but it isn't
so he's forced to push through, and whatnot, chain himself, because what could happen if he ever lost it again? If his legs fail him once more? What would even be left of him if not his speed?But he didn't realise that in those chains that would protect him, he already locked himself away.
And the speed that would let him run away from everything holding him down.or
A third person—inner monolouge-y depiction of what I think Chigiri went through when he tore his ACL
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His scent still lingered in Donald's office, there were also some things he never took.
The omega could still feel Elon's prescence beside him, his tall figure, his soothing, smoky, wood-like scent, the pressure of his hand and its fingers intertwined with his.
Everything but him. Objectively, all that was left was that letter, and a broken bond.or
Trump's grief because Musk left