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"i'm sorry."

the next day

she sits next to me.

"whatever for?"

"dan i know what i do is wrong, keeping you in the dark. i should just tell you everything." she's messing with her fingers, a habit I noticed she's picked up when she's nervous or scared.

"you don't need to tell me anything. the dark is comforting becuase I know you're still there next to me. shinning."

"do you know how stars shine?"

"yes, it's the nuclear fusion of hydrogen."

"I think I'm becoming a supernova."

"supernovas are beautiful, elizabeth."

"but i'm still exploding from the inside."

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