“Are you here to save me?” She’d asked me that same question at Jay’s apartment, on the night we’d met, our backs pressed to a faded-blue couch. Are you here to save me? Our eyes stayed locked for another beat, a warm, confusing feeling coursing through my bloodstream. I saw her so clearly in that moment. Her pain, her agony. Her clawing need for strength. She needed someone in her corner, fighting for her. And Halley was right—it shouldn’t be me. But I was a born fighter and it was in my nature to protect. To defend. I wanted to mold her pain into perseverance; into something worthy and
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screaming idk bro
