Charlie, with his annoyingly charming grin and seductive voice. With his constant humming while we were travelling the Wastes. With the way he’d told me he would help me when I returned to the prison, even though he’d had no idea what was going on. Charlie, who’d made me feel truly desirable for the first time in my life. Who’d told me that he loved every part of me. Who didn’t care that I was half monster, who didn’t sneer with instinctive revulsion at the sight of my face. Who’d been patient with me, even when I’d been a complete asshole. Who’d offered to teach me to read and had kissed me
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