"we found each other
i helped you out of a broken place
you gave me comfort
but falling for you was my mistake"
or
gaia paige finds herself
in the society where
harry bingham may
care for her more than
what he once did.
[ harry bingham x fem!oc ]
t...
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THE IDEA of life and death didn't concern Gaia until she had to think about life and death.
She had hear scares and concerns, but death? Never crossed her mind.
"Cassandra was the problem." Harry heard, "The least I could get is a thank you."
The words rolled off Dewey's tongue like he had unlocked an achievement in Harry's life.
Dewey did it. That motherfucker who thought he was slick, did it.
Harry hugged his knees as he sat on his bedroom floor, looking out of the window.
Dewey had confessed to killing Cassandra in his (Harry's) favor. "The least I could get is a thank you". A thank you is what Dewey wanted from Harry. That's all he wanted.
Gaia entered Harry's bedroom. Noah's feet hitting the ground extremely hard as he followed behind her.
She threw Noah's bag on the bed and grabbed stood in front of Harry. Noah followed suit and fell forward into Harry's arms. A hug is what he needed, now more than ever.
"What's wrong?" She asked, kicking him gently, "You've been in a mood ever since you got back. I think you should be happy that Noah's staying with you while I'm doing my shift—"
"Dewey did it."
"Did what?"
"I think... Dewey killed... Cassandra."
He paused with every word. He finally looked up at Gaia, her expression almost unreadable.
"What are you talking about?" She asked, "What would make you think that?"
"'Cause he just fucking told me." Harry said, standing to his feet with Noah in his arms, "Dewey, he basically confessed that he... shot Cassandra."
"Dewey? The same boy who wore diapers in the fourth grade, Dewey?"
"Yes, Greg Dewey."
"Why the hell would he want to kill Cassandra?" She asked.
He knew. He fucking knew. He did it for him. All for Harry's pleasure.
