Weak voice

This chapter is dedicated to @MonsterUnderTheBed!! Thank you very much for the supergift!!!

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Gav's posture relaxed, a hint of amusement crossing his features. "There you go again, acting unlike yourself and being uncharacteristically gentle," he remarked, his words laced with a touch of teasing. But then, Gav shrugged elegantly, running his fingers through his dark hair.

As Gav turned to walk away, Zeke extended his hand towards Elle.

The moment Elle looked up at Zeke's outstretched hand, she couldn't help but linger her gaze to the black leather glove that covered it. A rush of memories flooded her mind, fragments of her past where she had held onto a gloved hand. It was a peculiar sensation, a feeling of déjà vu that left her momentarily speechless.