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It was a memory Just a memory

Freddie Jackson shot me!

Indignation caused ht shoulder Son of a bitch!

Michael jerked awake His eyes ide and haunted as he looked at me

“Hey,” I whispered

Then so happened I’d never witnessed before

Michael Sullivan bowed his head over my lap and started to cry

Distress flooded ers into his hair to soothe him “Baby,” I hushed, “I’m okay, I’m okay”

He shuddered beneath ht to control his emotions Then he sat up, rubbed his hands hard down his face as he gazed at me with dark eyes still shiny with tears Then he stood, braced himself over me, and kissed me

I could taste the salt froue

When he broke the kiss, he sounded haggard “Don’t ever do that to ain”

I reached for his face, cupping it in my hand “I love you”

Watching as he struggled to hold back more emotion, I fell even deeper in love How that was possible, I had no idea

“I love you too,” he replied, his voice hoarse “So fuckin’to kill me”

I laughed and then winced as pain flared up nant as I felt