I couldn't feel my fists, knuckles white from squeezing too hard. I couldn't feel anything, really. Not even my heart, which I knew was pounding hard enough to jump out of my chest. Not even the cloud of dread that was swirling around me. I just watched myself leave the house, set my navigation to home and start walking. Halfway through the walk, I got a text.
Jason: Block his number and lock your door. My fingers on the call button.
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Black and White
FanfictionSoulmates: the interest of our generation. We live and breath for them, walk and talk about them. It's so exciting finding yours- that moment when the blacks, whites and greys burst into color and you can see them for the first time in a real ligh...
