Destiny Gill

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“Okay!” Cade roars, voice cracking at the end. Though it must be excruciating, Cade crawls on his fragmented knee, his eyes never leaving mine. I can see the goodbye drowning in his tears, the apology pouring down his beautiful face—the I love you across his lips. I can’t force a yell. I can barely get his name out, but I need to call for him. I need him to hear me. “Cade… Please.”
The Death of Us
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