
by thesevernsibyl
A story about the difference between being loved and being managed, and what it costs - and what it's worth - to finally tell them apart. What she doesn't expect is to finally understand something she's known, without naming, for six years: that Levi - her closest friend since they were twenty, the one who's always there, always warm, always "just looking out for her" - has a way of caring for her that comes with strings he doesn't think he's attached.
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