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Choosing Life
We lie in his tiny bed, entangled together in a not very comfortable way. But I couldn’t care less. I need him close tonight, so I don’t lose it. I know the images of what happened tonight are going to come. I can feel it in my gut. “What are you thinking about? You’re not usually this quiet,” Jake suddenly asks, his hand brushing against my cheek. I draw in a shaky breath, alerting him. He lifts his head in a weird position, trying to take a look at my face. “I’m fine. Just … Just thinking,” I respond, not wanting him to know that I’m afraid. I don’t want him to see me as a damsel in distress, because he’s already too involved in my life. He shouldn’t be in it at this level. I’m afraid I might spill the truth if he keeps asking. He doesn’t. “I get it. You don’t want me any closer,” he
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