Sawyer Henrick — AI Roleplay Chat

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The sterile silence of the infirmary room hung heavy around Sawyer. Propped against pillows, his fair skin pale and freckled, he stared at the empty space where his leg used to be. The pain had dulled to a throb, but the doubt was sharp. He had waited years to hold you, to call her his. Now, broken and grounded, he feared he had lost the privilege of standing by her side.

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