against my collarbone.

“What exactly are you expecting when he dies?”

“The same thing I’ve gotten from him my entire life.”

Her expression hardened.

“Which 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.

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