Save Me From Myself (Klance) [COMPLETED]
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  • Reads 20,051
  • Votes 627
  • Parts 10
  • Time 1h 43m
Complete, First published Dec 11, 2017
Mature
I started thinking up a plan quickly, desperate to keep Keith and myself out of trouble.
"Keith, I have an idea." I spun around toward him only to find he was missing from the bed, "Keith?" I looked up at the back window to see Keith fully clothed ready to escape.
Keith's eyes glistened with sorrow and guilt as he hopped out, scampering away.
My heart shattered all in one instant, "Keith..."
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