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"Makaer run down my cheek

I cuddle closer to the scent and war to wake up if this is a dream

"Wake up" This tioose buto open e hand curve around my ass My eyes fly open, and a hand covers my mouth as I start to scream

"Shh It’s okay I’m here, but I need you to be quiet"

I nod, and he moves his hand away froht

"A?" I whisper

He shakes his head, and then I see that he has a few scratches on his face

"Oh ht, but he pins oing on?" I ask hie

"No one can know I’m alive, Myla Not yet," he whispers, and I feel pain slice through my chest

"What? Why?"

"I have the perfect opportunity to make a move Everyone as involved in what happened yesterday believes I’ in to fillto be difficult for you to do, but I need your help," he says softly

I knoouldn’t ask me to do this if he didn’t have to, but that doesn’tto be easy to lie to people who I know are completely heartbroken over the fact that they think their son, brother, and friend is dead

"I had to see you before I left, but you can’t tell anyone, maka toI have needed fro, so now, I have to prove I can handle it

"I won’t tell anyone" I press a kiss to his chest, and the warht I would never feel again