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I’ve never had people who I could just hang out with and do soive each other shit

It’s… nice

My life was a gray, colorless blur for a long fucking ti, but I barely felt anything

Now I can’t seeh what I feel terrifies o back to the way things were even if I could

Even if that were an option

But honestly? I don’t think it is

Chapter 17

After playing one e, and then to work I don’t fight him on it, partly because I’ll definitely be late if I try to take the bus, and partly because… I don’t want to

I’ to convincemyself every time my defenses break down and I let him in

I still don’t believe in fate Don’t believe in destiny

But whatever brought us together the night I was shot, it’s stronger than I ever allowed myself to admit

When Marcus drops me off at Duke’s, it doesn’t even surprise me that he follows me inside He spends my entire shift settled on a stool at one end of the bar, nursing a drink and occasionally scrolling on his phone He talks to me when I end up on that side of the bar, but only when I initiate it—and he never tries to keepback to hen another patron needs a drink

Mostly, he just watches me

As if I’ a girl of average height with dark hair and blue eyes and a tattoo covering the stump of her arm serve drinks is all he ever wants to do

I get the strange feeling that this is what he’s been doing for a long time, only now he’s decided to throw subtlety out theentirely Instead of hiding in the shadows, he’s doing it out in the open