Silas pushes my hair out of my face, painting my forehead with paint by accident as he smiles at me. Teeth and all, giving me my favorite gift. His happiness. “If you don’t believe in the curse, why call me hex?” I breathe, dropping my forehead to his, my limbs feeling weak. I feel his fingers at the back of my neck, rubbing softly. “Hexadecimal.” “Huh?” “It doesn’t mean cursed, baby. It’s short for hexadecimal.” He mumbles, rubbing his nose against mine. “From the moment I saw you leaving that fucking hell house, there was this secret connection between us. I understood you, saw your
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sobbing 😭
