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She pushes past me without another word, but not before I catch the way her hand balls into a tight fist at her side. I bet her teeth are gritted, too. There you are, Lennon. There you fucking are.
“I’m an addict, Astraea. I don’t know how to do anything small. I feel intensely. I want intensely. I crave intensely. For me, if it’s not a healthy obsession, it’s not love.”
An I’m sorry kiss. An I missed you kiss. A you’ve always been mine kiss.
