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Envy

I don’t think I’d ever get tired of watching him smile. That small, soft, real smile that didn’t tremble at the edges or flinch like he expected pain to follow. Just joy. Warmth. A child learning how to be a child. Elliot was already half-asleep, nestled under the covers in the room mum an...