But then you’d remember him and you’d feel bad for it.
It’s probably still there. Thenote, I mean. Probably just a bit of paper pulp by now.
I may be the one leaving, but you’re the one giving up everything and walking away.
I didn’t steal it,’ I stammered in protest. I had so stolen it.
But you’re my cuddle bunny. My little Apollyon cuddle—” I punched him in the side.
I’m not worthy of you or your Omega awesomeness.
It smells better? What does your bed smell like? Regret and bad taste?
I’m losing control.”-BrittanyMamacita, I’ve already lost it.”-Alex
Aren’t 3,000 lives worth a miracle to a good and all-powerful god?
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