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Landry
I held her in my arms, staring at the ceiling. I never felt so torn between being glad something finally happened and wishing it had never happened.
She was asleep, or else doing a really good job of pretending to be. She didn’t move at all, just breathed in and out slowly. Her head was on my chest. It was a good weight. It felt right.
It was so wrong. I hated myself for it. She was a good person. She didn’t need to get mixed up in my bullshit.
I couldn’t help myself. It seemed like we were supposed to do it. Ever since I first saw her, everything we did and said was leading up to it. Like breathing. I didn’t even have to think about it, just do it. That was what being with her was like.
I wondered if she felt the same way. I hoped she wasn’t one of the types who would want
