Too Late

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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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