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"Do you remember?" His voice was low and quiet, as if he hadn't been shouting just moments ago. As if we hadn't been screaming, shoving each other just a breath earlier. As if we weren't even us anymore... My cheeks were flushed, my eyes puffy from crying, and I looked away from him. He ripped the band-aid off. He ripped off that fucking band-aid. "I asked you something," he said again-his voice calm now, but still terrifying. "Do you remember us?" he broke the silence once more...