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“Ryan” I can’t reach his face, so I settle for his leg My fingers curl around his calf My other hand stays on the cement “Don’t do this”
“What?”
“Lock me out”
He runs a hand through his hair “I’ to”
“But?”
“I don’t kno the fuck to handle this”
The cool evening air nips at ertips My palm “What about it?”
“You’re too good at pretending”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“It’s fucking with my head”
“Oh” The words gnaw at h I keep ot carried away today”
“You didn’t You were going with it”
“So you… you want to stop?”
“I don’t know” He stares at e”
“It doesn’t have to”