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But it orse, so much worse when I told Sam

I never let these memories out their box They’re like demons and will strip away every ounce of joy I have until there’s nothing left But I let the memories out I hear their voices The old words reopen scars that never healed MyI need to force the demons back, and make it stop I pullmy arms aroundthat it’ll pass or shole

The door behind me opens I hear it, but I don’t look up Whoever it is will just go down the staircase without even seeing lance around lance up at Peter

He sits next to ain I don’t want to talk to him

"You look miserable"

"I am miserable" I talk into my knees

"So am I" Peter takes a deep breath and puts his hand on my back Peter pulls me to hihtly, knowing that I’ll have to let go When he pulls away it feels like so off my skin, layer by layer

I push up and turn toward the stairs "I can’t do this, Peter I can’t be around you like this It’s killing et over you I just can’t…" I step away, but he grabs my arm I stiffen I love it and I hate it I want his arms around " He pulls round next to his feet His hands cup my cheeks I feel Peter’s breath on ht, dizzy almost I want Peter’s lips on mine I miss him so badly that tears prick my eyes

I take Peter’s hands in mine and try to pull his hands down "Don’t, Peter… I can’t do this" I’er and bigger It’s going to crushto destroyI didn’t realize it, but tears are streaking h the tears onthem away "Don’t cry" He leans in and brushes his lips to ers are still clutching his hands, but I stop pulling I take a ragged breath when he does it again, and again Peter kissesaway every tear

Then, he tilts iveincredibly stupid" The corner of his aze "I wrote a letter of resignation and put it on Strictland’s desk

"I can’t do this anymore Every time I see you, it’s like I’ve had my heart ripped out of my chest I can’t eat, I can’t sleep It’s not a crush It was never a crush I love you, Sidney I took too long to say it I took too long to fix this, but I choose you"

My jaw drops "You quit?" He nods My eyebrows creep up my face Shocked silence encases h comes out of ht Peter presses his body against s h "But, you can’t do that!"

When Peter puts"I already did I wrote a letter of resignation and slipped it under her door" I turn to go inside I have to get that letter back I’m so happy he chose o inside, Peter reaches for ers wrap around my arm Ice shoots into my stomach This is unreal My pulse pounds harder I can’t let him do this "Sidney, her office door is locked I can’t take it back and I don’t want to"

He’s quiet for a ainst my arm I can’t s The moment passes slowly, as if ti I do the same Neither of us speaks My skin is covered in chills that won’t go away I rubaway, but it won’t abate

I’m scared out of -under-the-bed scared, it’s different There are no hands strangling me, but I can’t s There is no tape over my mouth, but I can’t breathe There is no bullet in ht of round I can’t lift my face I can’t look at him Terror, fear, and joy all collide I can’ts forward Instead of giving his hands rope burn, his are shoved into his pockets He inhales deeply, but his breaths are shaky I wonder if he’s as nervous as I apath will be devastating I chose the wrong path once It nearly destroyed lance back at the doors behind Peter I can’t let hier in the center of my chest, as I think about what he’s done and what itfor me My lips part and I’m about to speak, but he cuts me off

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