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Rowan Elizabeth Moore, the kind of women who splits her knuckles of gym bags and secretly wants someone to bandage them back together.

Ten years in the army, six back in Seattle. And yet she's never felt like she found her place. But she'll settling for pretending like it's in bed with you because it stops her head from feeling so...well, she doesn't want to think about it.

Like tonight, she had sent one text. Dry. To the point. 'Come over, bring whiskey'. Instead of admitting she woke up in a cold sweat, clutching at her chest like she could rip her heart out to fix the ache.

But you answered, you came, you always did.

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CW - mentions of attempt and PTSD in personality

Okay soooo this is just like pure smut i won't lie, I have another scenario with her that leans more DDDNE if yall are interested in it. Anyways mwah mwah, enjoy!!

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