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He knows it is wrong. He has told himself a million times, had it constantly reinforced by the Shadowhunter's society. Still, the thought does not leave him. It fills his mind with longing, at the same time leaving him feeling terribly empty inside.

Only the knowledge of how horrible a violation it would truly be, how abhorent, is holding him back, keeping from fleeing into its guilty pleasure. Surely it is not so wrong to give in to insaitiable need?

The craving slowly carves his spirit away from the inside, until he can't help thinking that this, above all else, will be the only thing to save him from his self-destructive tendencies.

Is it so wrong to yearn for your fathers touch?

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I tried to develop it more, but nothing flowed. So we are left with a one hundred and twenty two word drabble. Oh well.

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