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the cold air brushes against my legs and raises goosebumps on them. two years ago I would have jumped for joy at feeling the air on my legs, on my face. but now with Simon behind me and the knowledge that we will soon be separated I want to run. just take simons hand and run as far from here as we can get i hear the sirens getting closer and know our time is running out so I turn and press my lips against simons for one final time tasting the salt on his lips and feeling the sting where my lip is split. 

"I love you, Eli"

"goodbye Simon"

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