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He blocks ?" He reaches out to touch ’ to know each other"

"Please…" My voice coo"

"Or what?" his s on you?" he snorts, "Poor fker, living with a frigid bitch like you"

What coister it Onethrough the air He lands with a crash into the nearest table, glasses s to the floor His assailant doesn’t pause a second, he goes after hiround, while the other fist smashes into his face in several quick jabs Blood pours down Kenny’s face, as he splutters, flailing helplessly against the attack

The other guy just keeps punching

I gasp "Stop it!" I cry, rushing forwards I grab the other guy by the shoulders, trying to pull hi: six foot of solidwith every ne he rains down on Kenny, now bloody and whi, desperate, "You’ll kill hirab a fist-full his T-shirt and haul hiht in those deep blue constellations I know by heart

E at hiain, all the millions of scenarios I used to invent, none of theuy beaten and bloody on the floor, and a whole bar of people staring at us

I hear blood rushing in my ears, and suddenly, I’m dizzy I can’t breathe But this isn’t a panic attack, this is soether Here he is in front of hts I tried not to think about hi every moment and every kiss all the same

Ereedy He’s older now, of course he is I’ve been relint in his eye is gone now: he’s all grown up Allacross his jaw His dark hair is cropped short, showing the strong curve of his skull, and that body that was always sli at the fabric on his black T-shirt, his whole torso radiating power and ani heavily froht, not really, it was annihilation

My eyesthree feet apart, but the connection between us is like a surge of electricity, surging fro for air, but no words coined: his presence fillselse in the room Like the room doesn’t even exist--it’s only hih ain

It’s too much God, it’s all too much