“I.. I don’t know what to feel,” Connor stammered. His hands were clammy from his nerves, but that was the least of his worries.
“Tyler--” Troye started as he clenched and unclenched his fists, but he cut him off.
“You need to choose,” Tyler whispered, his eyes watering, knees wobbling, and hands shaking.
For a few seconds, as tensions were whirring in the air of the tiny room, not one object made a sound..
And in a split second a decision was made evident.
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One was grief-stricken,
Another, astonished,
The last, pulseless.