“Hello,” she whispers, her voice airy and trembling. “Ro?” At the sound of my voice, I hear her curse under her breath. A door shuts, and there’s a few soft inhales and rustling before: “Freddy?” “I need you to talk to me, princess.” I shove the words through my mouth even though it feels a bit like vomiting razor blades. So fucking pathetic. Running a hand through my hair and rubbing my eyes where they’ve started to burn, I wait for something—anything. Ro can make this better, I just need… I don’t fucking know what I need, can’t fucking think through the beating in my skull, but she’s the
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