My mind kept going back to Lafayette. Over and over, I caught him in the terminal. Over and over, I laid with him as he slept in my arms. Over and over, we jumped into the pool outside his room.
Over and over, I killed him. And it wasn't fair.
After the sun went down, I climbed down from the tree and looked around. The moon was high in the sky before I found my way back to the park. I sat in the swing, even though it wasn't comfortable or safe at all.
I wanted to be a kid again. My phone chimed with a text. I checked it, and Thomas had sent one hours ago.
'Hey. Don't go meet up with him. I just meant call him.'
'Too late.'
It was past midnight. I'd met up with the man twelve and a half hours ago.
The walk back to my hotel room was hard. My feet hardly wanted to move, and I just wanted to sleep.
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Nausea: Sequel to Warcrossed
FanfictionAfter the death of his boyfriend, brother, and a little girl, John seeks to find answers as to why they died from using something completely harmless to everyone else. With the help of a small group of people, he works through his grief and tries to...
