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I learnt silence before I learnt talking. Silence gives you room to think, to plot. Talking only gets you in trouble.
“I hate you,” I tell him. He smiles as his lips brush against my temple and stay there. “Not as much as you want me, Butterfly.”
“Can’t you see what it’ll do to us? It can destroy everything.” “Well, here’s the thing, Butterfly.” He leans over and brushes his lips against my nose. “I don’t mind self-destructing if it’s with you.”
“What are you doing?” he asks without hugging me back. “You told me to go home. You’re my home, Cole.”

