This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. I do not believe in Violence Towards Women or the s****l Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not!
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Grey's P.O.V
I was scribbling in my sketchbook, slouched against the wall in the corner of the library, with my headphones drowning out the usual quiet sounds of the almost-empty space. I don’t notice Ted Fox approaching until his shadow falls across the page, blocking out the light.
“Oh… hey… it’s you…” My voice comes out soft and tentative.
“You’re Grey, right? You were in my drawing class last semester.”
My eyes flicker up, only to dart back down to my sketchbook like it holds the answers to my unease. I pull one headphone off, letting it dangle against my collarbone, and my fingers tighten around the pencil like a lifeline
