𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍
- was an endearing mystery. She was, unlike many people, somebody who gave little away through her eyes. It was a common thing amongst society.. you could tell someone's story just by looking in their eyes.

But Fawn Harrington did not belong in a category deemed common.

It was when Fawn was just a young girl that she was told she had eyes that could make a grown man cry. She was often told that she embodied a deer - a doe.

And neither things were wrong.

She was sixteen when she managed to make her father cry. They had gotten into a somewhat physical confrontation - and it was the way she looked at him from across the room after he had threw a glass to the floor.. it was that look in her eyes that caused his lip to tremble and his eyes burn.

And yet - not a single word escaped her lips.

She just stared.
Her eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
And then she just.. walked away.

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄
- returned from the war as a shell of their former self, Fawn Harrington found herself fighting with her own mind. Fighting with the silence. With her silence.

The loneliness.

After forcing her stay in Italy, which was supposed to be permanent, to come to an end - she found herself back in the streets of Small Heath. Where the smoke matched the fog in her mind and the danger felt normal.

Once reuniting with the familiar faces from all those years ago, she hopes that things will feel normal again. That she will feel normal again and the war she was fighting would come to an end.

But what she didn't expect was to be face to face with the trouble of love.

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