“If it helps at all, know that no one, you included, will ever hate me as much as I hate myself.” He ran his thumb under my eye and wiped away the stinging salt. “Does that make you feel better?” My head was shaking before I could stop myself. “No. It’s too sad.” My murmur was faint, but he caught it. He leaned in, his hot breath blowing over my wet skin. “You are the only person I’ve ever met who’d feel bad for me even after all you know about me, and after all I’ve done.” “So what? You think that makes me as fucked up as you?” I challenged, but my words had lost their steam because he was
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