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After about an hour I can see that the tension has left him and he now looks almost sleepy, kind of like I
was before he came home upset. I’m d my rxing videos worked for him too, I don’t know what
kind of other stuff he might find soothing. To be fair, it could also be that he is curled up on the couch
with me and it’s reallyfortable. It’s hard to stay angry in a position like this. I swap to the inte
browser and ask Bemy what helps him feel rxed. He pushes my hands aside to type in;
Ryann Gale.
1ugh and hit search. Not a lotes up. There’s a reference to me in some school news bulletin
from several years ago before I graduated. Some links to my social media, but it’s mostly set to private
so you can’t see much.
“I’ve searched you before.” Bemy admits. I raise an eyebrow.
“Really? When?” I ask.
“Not long after we met. I was curious about you. Just like now, it didn’t give much in the way of results. I
was almost desperate enough to ask Alex to look into you, but I decided against it. It seemed like it
might be a breach of privacy, and I was kind of hoping you might share more about yourself on your
own, If I could only bring myself to actually ask about you.” He confesses. I feel a rush of appreciation
for his self control..
“Thanks for that. If there’s something you want to know, you can definitely just ask me. Okay?” I
confirm and Bemy nods his agreement. It’s awkward and quiet so I decide to type his name into the
search bar next. I giggle at the huge amount of results thate back. As the Feline Alpha he’s pretty
well known and his actions fairly regrly make the papers and such. There are also pictures of him
linked to several of his businesses and so on. There are also some more depressing news articles
about his parents passing that I flick past quickly. In the end, I flip it to an image search to see what
comes up. There aren’t many pictures of him in his cat form. Probably because he doesn’t go walking
around town like that and people aren’t meant toe onto the Shifternd. One picture in particr
catches my attention, mostly because I’m in it. It’s from Megan’s engagement party and it captures the
moment when he was holding my shoe hostage, just before we danced together. It’s on someone’s
social media but the ount is mostly private so I can’t see more than that. I can’t help but
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cringe. I look like a child, even in my fancy dress, Bickering with Bemy like a little kid, a look of pure
outrage on my face. Bemy’s face is only half–visible in the photo but despite that, I can tell that his
expression is positively gleeful.
“Oooh, save that and send it to me!” Bemy demands and I scrunch up my face.
“No way, I was hoping to find a way to erase it.” I grumble. Bemy looks aghast.
“But why? You look adorable, and it’s not like I have tons of other photos of us.” He objects. I roll my
eyes.
“Surely there has to be a better photo than that!” Iin. Bemy shrugs.
“I’m not sure. A lot of people took photos at the party, but after the spectacle of a wedding…. well not a
lot of people have shared them ore forward with them. Additionally since very few people know
who you are, they won’t have tagged you. I have ounts set up, but I don’t really use social media
much because too many people bother me on it or read into the things I write. I have to think things
through too much,” He admits. I shrug.
“I never used it much because I didn’t have much in the way of friends to keep up with, I’m
contemting using it more in the future.” I think aloud and Bemy nods.
“You should. I bet you would find yourself with more friends than you expect.”
“Maybe. Next time you get a chance, make sure to friend me okay?” Bemy agrees happily, his eyes
still locked on the photo of us together. His
calcting. I narrow
my eyes.
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pouts.
“No, you can’t have this photo.” I repeat and Bemy
“But I want a photo of us.” He practically whines. I roll my eyes and grab my phone out.
“Smile.” I sing out and snap a selfie off the two of us.
“Now a silly face.” I continue. Bemy and I take a silly photo together.
“And now-” I’m cut off by Bemy taking the phone from me. He presses his lips to my cheek
and I can hear a clicking sound as he snaps a picture.
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“Hey I wasn’t ready!” Iin and Bemy justughs. I hear his own phone chime in hist pocket and
I assume he sent the photos to himself. I snatch my phone back to check the pictures. The first two are
okay. Thatst one though… Bemy looks incredibly sweet, and 1 look… bewildered. Great, ugh. I
can’t be bothered arguing because from the way Bemy is beaming, there’s no way he’s getting rid of
the photo. On the bright side, he’s cheered up
and
no longer looks like he wants to go fight someone. So that’s good at least.
My
thoughts fade back to Kiara. She has no family left, and at this point the police are barely looking for
her, they have pretty much assumed her dead or sold off somewhere. But I KNOW she’s alive, and
somehow I know she’s also still somewhere nearby. But people are moving on, like she never even
existed. It’s awful. I’m not even thinking, It’s almost against my own will, I type Kiara Brooks into the
computer search bar. I hesitate before hitting search, not sure 1 even want to see the results. Bemy
learns forward and hits search for me. Apparently I’m not the only one who is morbidly curious. The first
few posts are all recent news articles. I skip past them, not interested, I just want to see something
else, anything that proves she has a life waiting for her when we find her. I find a link to a school
bulletin and select it. She was given an awardst year for music. She ys the violin. There’s a photo
from a school recital, Kiara’s face is serious and her brows pulled together in focus. Her blonde hair is
pulled back away from her face and she is clearly concentrating. Her posture is confident and she looks
far more confident handling the instrument than I would expect any child to look. But it’s not the violin
she’s holding that has me riveted. No, she is wearing a white sundress. It’s an adorable outfit, allce
and flowers. But what this dress makes me realise is that this is the first picture I’ve seen of her
wearing short sleeves. Sure, that doesn’t seem like much of a big deal, but it is, because I can see the
mark weaving around her upper arm, and for the first time in my life, I have found a mark that is just like
mine.