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Luke

I quickly take a seat in the grass. I watch as blood droplets fall from somewhere on my face and land on the green grass, ruining the beauty. I can barely breathe. My chest is tight. It hurts to even think of Calum. What the hell was that about? He was lying. He wasted my time. Why would he try to help me? Honestly no real answer came to me that made sense.

No Luke, he's not a government agent. But that's what my imagination is. I hold onto my left shoulder and feel a wet warmth. I was slammed into the sidewalk, on my side. Shoulder first. Blood. 

I start to cry. Out of no where, my face is warm with tears and blood. I sob hard. Uncontrollably. I dip my head forward and let more out. I then realize I probably look crazy.

It hurts.

My body.

Yet this pain doesn't add up to what Calum did.

He wasted my time.

I'm set on it.

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