sixth street || c.h.

the incident.

april 24

11:34 pm

charlotte

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"C'mon, you have to like your hair."

"I hate my hair. It's all red and ugly."

"Shut up, it's beautiful."

"Calum..."

"You know what else is beautiful?"

"Ryan Gosling?"

"Yeah, ok."

"You're such a girl."

"Last time I checked, I had a dick."

"Yeah, had."

"Jesus Christ."

"Anyway, what's beautiful?"

"You're beautiful."

"I'm not."

"But, alas, you are."

"Calum, no. I'm not."

"You are."

"How do you know?"

"I'm not Jesus or anything, but I guess when you love someone you kinda just love everything about them. I love your hair."

"Cal..."

"I love you."

"You can't love me."

"Why not?"

"Because... because I don't love you."

He stays silent.

I stay silent.

"Ouch."

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april 25

12:03 am

charlotte.

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"Hello?"

"Oh, my God, Char?"

"Yeah, yeah it's me. What's wrong?"

"Some-something happened."

"Grace, what's going on?"

"I saw him and I... I didn't do anything."

"Who? Grace, who did you see?"

"You're... you're going to hate m-me so much."

"I'll never hate you. Just tell me what happened."

"I didn't see h-him."

"Who?!"

"It was dark and I d-didn't notice him, oh, my God, don't hate me."

"Did you hurt someone?"

"Y-yes."

"Who?"

"C-Calum."

"Calum?"

"I think I... I think I killed him."