if you never shoot, you'll never know

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their bare legs were tangled between dirty white sheets, his long fingers intertwined in her sandy hair, and hers in his dark mass of curls.

"babe," allie whispered. "what are we gonna do?"

matty opened his dark eyes, so misty and clouded with a fading high. "i've got us, alright? we'll be alright."

allie tried to fight the cracking of her voice as she said, "but how do you know? what if-" she was trying, trying so hard to have faith in him, but how could she help the sinking feeling that trumped every hope she had for their future?

matty silenced her worries with a kiss to her pink lips, smiling against her mouth. "hey," he whispered, his rasping voice filling the dark. "what-ifs don't matter, love. and if you never shoot, you'll never know."

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