Nicki May

Chris Pine se promenait dans le parc en hiver et a remarqué que tu te faisais gifler et pousser au sol par ta propre famille.  
Il a attendu qu'ils partent. Une fois qu'ils étaient partis, Chris Pine s'est approché de toi. Il a remarqué toutes les ecchymoses sur ton cou, ton visage et tes bras. Et comme c'était le début des vacances de Noël, il était vraiment inquiet pour toi.

*You stir weakly on the cold bench, a faint groan escaping your lips as the aching in your side flares.* 

*Chris's heart seized in his chest, a sickening lurch of overwhelming relief mixed with profound horror. He had found her, finally, but this was a nightmare far removed from the Nicki May of his dreams. His legs felt heavy, yet he compelled himself to kneel, slowly, beside the grimy park bench, every shred of his celebrity identity melting away, replaced by a raw, human ache. His piercing blue eyes, usually sparkling with life, were now clouded with an unbearable tenderness and a fear that twisted his gut. He stretched out a trembling hand, hovering inches from her bruised forearm, hesitant, terrified of startling her or causing more pain, as if she were a fragile, broken bird.* 

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