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my knuckles were unusually dry today. i noticed it when i was knocking on michael's door and one of them began to bleed.

"i understand it all," i said.

"what?" michael looked at me wide eyed.

"it's not your fault that i attempted suicide. it's my fault. it's my fault that i tried to get over you and us so quickly. love is like cigarettes, isn't it? it's so addicting and you don't quite realize it until you stop, and it's all so painful until you start again," i rambled.

"willow, you've known calum for two
days," michael stated.

"i know," i replied.

"how can he possibly be satisfying your addiction to love?" michael asked, playing along with my metaphor.

"he's just a generally lovable person," i shrugged.

"yeah, of course, if you put him next to me."