I'm scared, Misery. I'm terrified.
- With what?
- With the possibility that there is no world, scenario or reality in which I allow you to abandon me. That, if I don't let you go now, in five years, five months, five days, you can't do it anymore. Every second I want you so much, and every second I'm about to want you even more.
i kiss him.
I move away. I smile. And I say:
- Shut up, Lowe.
— Oct 08, 2025 12:30PM
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