Ransom smiles sharply, the expression this deep dark thing just carved raggedly into the scarred planes of his face. I stare at him for a really long time, this strange gaping emptiness inside of me that I blame all the hell over Lilith. How can I just sit here and watch some crying, blushing grieving girl and not feel her tears loosen up the glue that's holding me together? I've been a right git, I think, this uneasy feeling taking over my body. I've been a rancid prick. Ransom … Jesus bleeding Christ. I look away again and find Lilith staring at me, her eyes like two dark emeralds surrounded
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