Old Friends

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I don't believe that anything is worst than having to walk down your own street with the people you know acting as if you are a disappointment to them. Seeing strangers and having them glare at you as if you were some sort of criminal. My actions I believe to be wrong but how can I move on with my life if I am stuck with the suffering of decisions I made in the past. The problem with all of this is how small Rosewood is, everything is thrown out of proportion. If this were New York nobody would even bat an eyelid. My strides get stronger because going to Ezra's apartment is the only place where I can grasp onto the little bit of sanity I still have left.

The door wasn't locked, an unusual occurrence, I saw my partner in all of this talk sat on the sofa his hand clutching a bottle of beer that had been lingering in the back of his fridge for weeks now - something wasn't right. His eyes finally met mine and as he said nothing my brows furrowed causing me to slam the door slightly.
"What's wrong with you?" I placed my bag on the coffee table, taking a seat next to the man who was sprawled out over the majority of the sofa.
"Nothing." My hand quickly ran over to his cold hands, trying to warm them as much as I could.
"I'm not stupid Ezra."
"I got dropped. The book, the next book, anything to do with me has been dropped."
It was something I didn't expect but I knew it was all because of me.
"Because of us?"
Ezra couldn't help but laugh slightly, he sat up reaching his phone out of his pocket. In this light I could see that his eyes were slightly red, a look that made my stomach churn.
"Your friends been back." I tried to question this by just the look on my face, I didn't understand if Ezra was intending on showing me something or trying to cut me out of all of this. Knowing that I was the reason why the person I loved had lost everything he dreamed over began to suffocate me.
"My friend?"
The man just slid his phone over to me.

The slaughter of a man or man slaughter? You confess to your sins or the judge will be listening to hers.
-A

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