is?”

“NOTHING.”

I walked past her.

That evening, Thomas was worse.

Rain tapped softly against the windows as I sat beside him.

He reached for me.

This time, when he pulled me closer, I let him.

“I know you hate me,” he whispered.

“Sometimes.”

A weak smile touched his mouth.

“Fair.”

Then his expression collapsed.

“Soon you’ll understand everything.”

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