[The little tug is all Vera needs to bury herself in Dante's chest, arms wrapping tight around him. Being alone is the absolute last thing she wants to do right now, not in the apartment she used to share, filled with Victoria's things and all the memories they've made together in those short few months.
Nodding into his chest, air catches in her lungs, and though she wants to reply, all that comes out is a simpering whine.]
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Nodding into his chest, air catches in her lungs, and though she wants to reply, all that comes out is a simpering whine.]