Solo Una Notte
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Love at the first sight ?
No. It didn't feel like that.
He didn't stumble on his feet, didn't hear his heart stuttered like a school girl, didn't find flower petals falling over blushing cheeks on the sight of him.
It was.. lt felt so serene, and strangely natural.
Like something that was buried deep inside of him, was slowly coming, creeping out to live, knowing the time had arrived.
It was there, all along.
It was supposed to happen and he knew it would slowly consume him.
Foreword
A/N : a poor one-shot result of mixed ideas, from an Italian poem I heard from Alberto Mondi (on Abnormal Summit) and too much--not really--werewolf!au slash omegaverse my friend fed me.
Bbonkey, I'm not complaining but I'm still blaming you. Jk ;p
I still don't understand how omegaverse actually works. (I googled it but still can't wrap my head around it due to lack of example). But I'll label this as one now.
(Anyway my only reference is Jacob Black--and Quileute Tribe--. I'm sorry ><)
Anyway, happy new year, everyone !
(And please give me some itsy-bitsy feedback :3)
[Ps : English isn't my first languange, so please excuse any bad grammar :(]
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