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xvii

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my phone buzzes on the leather
next to me, breaking me from
my broken gaze.

i exhale the poisonous smoke,
picking up the cellular and pressing it
to my ear.

"yo." i rasps, hearing a voice hitch
through the receiver.

"h-harry." i hear
through a sob, making my
back tense in alarm.

"v-vik? what's wrong?" i
shout, hearing sobs pour from
his lips.

i stand quickly, rushing to the door,
throwing on my black
leather jacket and black
vans.

"i-i.. i-i cut too d-deep,
e-everything is g-going black and
s-spotty, ha-harry I'm sc-scared."
he cries, and I feel
tears burn my orbs.

"i'm coming baby. your door open?"
i huff, and he hums brokenly.

"i-i can see y-your flower crown." he
laughs through his sobs.

"good, what colour is it?" i ask,
speeding down the motorway.

"yellow and red and white and green."
he chokes out, beginning to gasp
for air.

"relax." i cry, and his voice begins to fade.

"this is my favourite flower crown."