Feeling more than a bit desperate, I begged, Please. Please? Please what? What did I want from him? What could I give to him that would destroy both of us again in the end?
He didn't reply right away. Finally, he offered a weak grin. Remember the last time we listened to 'My Immortal?'
I bit my lip to stop it from trembling. I don't recall us doing much listening.
His mask couldn't hide all of his blush. Y-your friend is talented.
She's amazing.
Shit! Stop crying, you little hoe. Your friend was singing in front of a ballroom of villains, a vamp really wanted to eat you, and a maybe ex found you. Get. It. Together.
Willing my incoming tears to stay back, I drawled. Sooo, has the Ginger Giant shown up?
He stiffened, He doesn't come to these things. Apparently, he's not such a bad guy anymore.
Why are you here?
You.
YOU ARE READING
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