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I trail off because he knows what happened. The refrigerated trucks for the bodies, the mass unmarked graves that couldn’t be dug or filled fast enough. And no one in power doing anything to help or stop it. They just kept trying to force everyone to go about life as usual. To get back to the idea of normal.
Before all this logic I’ve built up during the witching hour turns into vampire dust in the harsh light of day.
I could listen to his laugh until the day I die and never get sick of it.
“Are people running around killing each other with reckless abandon? Honey, if all that stops people from killing each other is the laws of men, then maybe we deserved to be wiped out by the flu.
And I’m scared that after this, I might not be enough for Andrew to be happy.
“Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.” “YES!” I shout and roll the window down. “America! He knows Back to the Future!”
Funny how little things can feel so big when you haven’t done them in a while.
have . . . I’ve . . . It’s . . .” Oh, fuck it, why am I talking? I kiss him. He freezes and I nudge forward, trying to tell him it’s okay and he can kiss back because I want him to kiss back. He finally does, his mouth opening to mine, and he lets out a held breath through his nose. Then he pulls away. “You kissed me,” he says, as if I didn’t know what I was doing. “I did.” He groans in misery and I’m taken aback. “You kissed me for the first time and I just spent the last ten minutes with a dirty T-shirt stuck in my mouth.” “I . . . you . . . what?” “Screw it, never mind. Can you just . . .
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