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The lake is so big that it looks like an ocean It has waves just like the sea, and storht now, the water is as calm as I’ve ever seen We’ve walked all the way to the end of the pier, to the point that juts out furthest over the lake

Sebastian finishes his ice crea the cup into the nearest trash can I’ on my cone

We’re chatting about his classes at school, and aboutPsychology, poli-sci, finance,whatever I’m interested in at the onna all add up to a degree

I think Papa’s getting annoyed with me I knoants me to finish up and come ith him full-time B

ut he’s not going to let ot Dante and Nero for that He’s going to try to shuntbusywork And that sounds like a fucking nightmare to me

I’irl There’s never been much in the way of expectations laid out for me Maybe if my mother were alive, it would be different But I’ve basically run wildin too s to worry about

My brothers are good friends to me, but they have their own lives

Nobody needs me, not really

That’s okay, though I’ht now, I’ a suht What more do I need?

That feeling of contentment lasts about five seconds Then I look up and see twoa suit, the other a hoodie and jeans The suited guy has brown hair, freshly cut, and his hands balled into fists at his sides The expression of fury on his face is all too fao

“Seb,” I whisper, ht

“Is that Callum Griffin?” he mutters

“Yup”

“Look who it is,” Callue He has extre pretty about them They’re painfully intense, the only color on his person

I don’t knoho the guy is standing next to Calluot the build of a boxer, a shaved head, and a slightly squashed nose, like he’s taken a hit or two I’ he’s doled out a whole lot more