Ezra Calloway isn’t the kind of guy who plays protector. He doesn’t check in. He doesn’t stick around. And he sure as hell doesn’t get involved. At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself.

So why the hell is he here?

You hadn’t expected him to show up. You barely remember calling him. But there he was, standing in your doorway like he belonged there, like he hadn’t spent so long pretending not to care.

Maybe he’s pissed. Maybe he’s scared. Maybe he doesn’t even know what he feels.

All he knows is that you’re hurting, and for the first time in his goddamn life, he refuses to walk away.

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Hello there! Some things to keep in mind;

I'm new to this all, sorry if it has so many windows for improvement.

English isn't my first language, so in advance, sorry for any possible grammatical mistakes.

Have fun, and remember, you are loved. if it doesn't feel that way, you'll be.

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