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(Y/N) = Your Name (e/c) = eye color (h/l) = hair length (h/c) = hair color (f/c) = favorite color ~A couple of days later~ -Law's POV- I sighed deeply and held up my phone, my gold orbs observing the large droplets of rain splashing against the bright screen. '..It's 16:25..' Thinking to myself as the horde of people passed all around me. I was pissed off at the moment since my phone did not alarm me about the sudden change of weather. It was supposed to rain later tonight but with my shitty ass luck, it had to rain when I'm walking without an umbrella. The message Penguin-ya had sent me a couple of days ago, put me in uneasy state.

(Y/N)= Your Name (e/c) = eye color (f/c) = favorite color "Ah (Y/N)! Good luck with your studies!" Your best friend, Denise, and your mother yelled towards you as you crossed the security checkpoint at the airport. "STAY OUT OF TROUBLE (Y/N)! BE CAREFUL!" Your mother yelled at you. You smiled and waved back at them gently, soon they were mixed in the herd of people. Your heart raced as you face forward, walking towards your designated terminal. 'Gosh...I'm really doing this...Going to medical school in a different country...' You thought while thinking about the harsh steps it took to get to this point in life. You looked down at your pho

Chapter 9: Judgement Day ~ With the day of Doffy’s trial swiftly approaching, the two of you had fallen into a routine of avoiding each other. You would go to work and leave him free reign of the house, and when you returned home, he would take his leave to the forest where he would stay until long after you went to bed. The only time you ever crossed paths was over the coffee machine in the mornings, and even then, you exchanged barely a word. It was almost nice. Like you simply had a roommate who worked different hours than you. It also helped that Doffy had been somewhat subdued as the court date approached, but whether it was due

(Name) looked out of the windows of Matt’s apartment, eyes squinting against the bright purple lights. This place really was perfect for him. “It’s starting to snow again.” She alerted him as he trekked over to her with another pair of drinks. Old Fashioned, his favorite. “Is it?” He asked with a light smirk on his pink lips. He could hear the snowflakes gently falling and clumping together on the windowsill, but it was nice to play along. It was nice to be a regular ol’ blind guy sometimes. “Mhm.” She nodded. “I really thought it was done this time.” She had arrived early in