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and it might take a while
until i trust you won't attack.
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
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"IF YOU NEED TO GO, you can go." It had been about an hour since I got to Alex's house. The hour was eerie but it didn't stop me from sitting at the end of his bed to listen to him vent. Fortunately, he was feeling better than he did earlier. It just took a couple of tears to finally get him to understand. Understand what? I'm not so sure. His mom was fucked up.
"No, it's okay. If I need to, I'll stay until you fall asleep." The croak of my voice was quiet as if speaking louder was going to make a person bleed.
"No, it's okay. Now I feel like I owe you." He coughs out, leaning on his bed frame. His look was not desirable. His eyes were puffy and red. His hair was a mess from him stress pulling it. His cheeks were heated, as red as a tomato. He even had a few tear stains sitting on his cheeks. And the worst of all, his hands were trembling and I tried to make it stop before, but I couldn't.
"You don't owe me anything. I'm supposed to help you. I didn't help you for myself." I muttered and he shrugged.
"You're not supposed to do anything. You could've just left me-"
