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“Thank fucking God,” he breathes unexpectedly. He pushes his forehead into yours, laughing without humor. “Oh, thank fucking God it wasn’t you.”
You can’t stop shaking. You lean into him, letting him hold you up.
“What do I do?” you ask. “I killed— I killed a person. I killed a person, he— I have to— I have to go—”
“No, hey, whoa, wait,” he stops you. “There’s nothing you have to do. I’ll fix this, okay?”
Bookmarked by Eudox
26 Jun 2022