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It’s pulling me in, making me feel homesick. Exactly like his words just now.

“I’m not…” I shake my head. “I’m not your responsibility.”

“You’re my life.”

My thighs clench.

My entire body clenches.

In preservation? In love? I don’t know. All I know is that I need to get away from him.

“Yeah?” I swallow my tears. “So you’ll protect me from the world.”

“Yes.”

“But who will protect me from you?”

His reply is a wince and a clamp of his jaw.

Sighing, I leave.

A few minutes later, when I’m settling myself in the bed, I hear a knock; I know it’s him. I don’t open it. I clutch the sheets and stare at the brown, non-descript door.

Minutes pass but the second knock isn’t forthcoming.

Slowly, I get out of the bed and turn the knob. He isn’t there. No one is.

But at my feet is a brown paper bag and inside it, there’s enough Twix to last me for days.


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