Literature
Owen Grady x reader - Open Arms
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OPEN ARMS
Tears trickled down my cheeks and I sobbed quietly into a patch of grass.
Everything was going wrong.
Everything.
I hid under a jeep, a thick layer of mud coating my whole body. The monster could smell me. I was sure of it.
Huff.
Huff.
Huff.
Another sob racked my body. I was going to die.
I was going to die.
I turned my head slowly, moving my eyes upwards from the ground. I trembled.
One orange lizard-like eye focused on me, the size of saucers. It growled, a deep, gutteral growl
