Basically Infinity ∞ [DISCONTINUED]

(אָאָι) αfтєямαтн

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тнє αςтισи σf вяιиgιиg ѕσмєтнιиg σя ςσмιиg тσ αи єи∂.

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         I can't believe it. There was a way to prevent everything. All this time. Both Callum and I stand frozen in shock for a moment, staring at the open door. Then Callum's expression changes to one of anger as he steps away from me.

         "Step the fuck away from her," a voice comes. It's shaky, it's nervous, but it's determined.

         "Or what?" Callum asks. "You'll fight me? We both know that you can't win."

         "I said step the fuck away from her," they repeat. Callum cracks his knuckles. I don't watch. I hear a loud sound, one of skin hitting skin. But the next thing I know is that Callum leaves the room and I fall to the floor. I lean against the wall and hug my knees to my chest and I just... cry. I cry. I'm so pathetic.

         I feel a mass beside me, but there's some distance between us. I hear a soft sniffle.

         "Shit." A groan follows. I glance over ever so slightly and see the side of an index finger with blood on it. There's a silence. But the door is open and Callum is gone. Everything should be fine. I pull my knees close to my chest and bury my face in them.

         "I want to ask if you're okay because I care about you but I also know that it's a redundant question because I know the answer. And sometimes asking people if they're okay... isn't such a good thing. And now I'm just making the situation worse. I'm sorry."

         Say something. The words are there. On the tip of your tongue. Just fucking say them. Your trauma isn't worth their pain. A sacrifice was made just for you. You're the worst. 

         "I'm sorry that... any of this had to happen. And I'm sorry that I couldn't help earlier. I'm sorry that what I did probably wasn't enough. But I'm just glad to see that you're alive. But still, I'm sorry."

         Speak.

         "I'm the one that should be apologizing," I say softly. "I mean, you chose to step in and help me when you didn't have to. And now you're bleeding."

         "I helped because I wanted to. It was a choice that I made. What happened to you wasn't because of a decision that you made. You don't have to apologize for anything."

         "Are you okay?"

         "Yeah, I'm fine. I just... bleeding nose, that's all. He didn't hit me hard enough to break anything."

         "I want to go home."

         "Okay. But I'm not letting you step outside like this. You'll catch a cold."

         "I--"

         Before I can say anything, before I can vocalize how much I would despise having to put my shirt back on, I hear the jingling of a jacket zipper. I feel the weight of leather on my shoulders. I turn.