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Nora Sakavic
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February 22 - February 24, 2025
When he turned on his mother again there was no sympathy or warmth in her eyes, only disappointment. One day he’d stop looking for more than that.
“We’re his team now, and you’re his partner. Maybe he can’t lie to us because we’re his people.” Jeremy tested it out, liking the sound of that: “We’re his people.” “It’s just a theory.” “We’re his people,”
“You are not my captain or my partner. You cannot make me.” “Yes, I can,” Kevin said. Unspoken: you cannot refuse me. “I hate you.” “Sometimes you do. I don’t care.”
“No one will take you seriously if you learn French with a southern accent.” “Does that really matter?” Jeremy asked, studying Jean with a stare that felt prying. “I’m not learning French for anyone but you.”
“Yes, but—” Maybe he was imagining it: Cat’s upturned face covered with bruises, blood drying at the corner of her mouth. He reached for her, testing her head for nonexistent lumps, and Jeremy’s heart ached. Cat’s gaze went soft, and she tugged Jean’s hand around where she could kiss his palm. Jean finally said, “Not you. Not like that.”
their friendship is actually everything to me i love them sm
“You are you,” Jean said, simple and unhesitating. “I believe you.”
AAAAAAAAAAAAA
He was afraid to open his mouth again lest he get sick, but at length managed a hesitant, “I didn’t deserve—” heavy hands, heavier racquets, dark rooms, darker blood, teeth and knives and drowning, I’m drowning, I’m drowning “—what they did to me.”
Don’t, Jean thought, desperate. Endure it. Please— “Jean.” Rhemann gave his shoulders a fierce squeeze. “You’re safe. I’ve got you. Let go.” Jean crumpled in on himself with an awful sound, and the weight of Rhemann’s arms around him wasn’t enough to keep him from shattering.
Jean squeezed his hands until his fingers went numb and willed himself to believe the words as he slowly spoke them into existence: “I deserve to get better.”
“I am not sorry. Perhaps I should be. But I will choose you every time. You, and Cat, and Laila, every time. I will lose them all if I must.”
“I wish I could stay and help.” “Then stay,” Jean said, knowing he couldn’t.
“Whose rules?” Renee asked, and Neil’s voice answered a carefree, “The rules have changed.” Not for me, Jean warned himself, but for one moment, just this moment, he would let himself pretend.
