We pulled over on the side of the road to sleep a while ago.
I walked back to my bed with a bottle of pills and a glass of water after Cae was asleep and started opening the bottle. I had a piece of paper and a pen next to me to write down how sorry I was.
“Don’t,” Cae said, sleepily.
And I didn’t.
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Caligula and Caesar's American Adventure
Teen FictionJoin Cali and Cae as they explore the vast expanse of the Americas, and the lovely platonic-yet-slightly-lesbianic relationship they have with one another. Bands, books, ice cream, and confusing British terminology are all conversations on the table...
