Wilder Saint

I was only four years old when I experienced the worst day of my life. When I watched my father take his last breath at the hands of someone else.

Instead of letting the hate consume me, I found a safe haven in the arms of the only person who understood, our shared trauma bonding us in a way that taught my heart that I was incapable of ever loving anyone else.

And over the years, our codependency transformed into something deeper. Something forbidden. Something no one would accept.

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