Chapter Twelve

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                           Niall

He could here Calvin calling out to him, but he didn't care. He kept running, turning corners and running up streets until he tumbled to the ground, outside of the familiar motel. "Oh thank fuck..." He walked in, getting the keys to his room and flopping down on the bed. Niall could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, and he wiped it with his sleeve. Softly sobbing to himself for a while, he lifted his head up, cursing to himself. "Crying. That's pretty fucking gay mate." Wrapping the pillows around his head, he dozed off with a heavy heart, filled with sorrow and regret. His last thought was...
'I'm sorry Calvin... '

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