Infatuation

I knew more about her for never having spoken to her. We didn't need to. Because the way she looked at me sometimes, that said it all. She wanted me. She didn't mind that I'd stop by her apartment late, or that I'd watch her sleep, buried under her gray blanket, while the stars strung around her room blinked on and off to the rhythm of her breathing.

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30. Avery

He did not leave. In fact, he stayed with me through the night, on occasion muttering to himself and gripping his head.

 

"Adam,"I said quietly, "what's wrong with you?"

 

He turned toward me. "I can't tell you that, it's against the rules."

 

"You're not making any sense," I told him. "Please. I can help you, if you just tell me what's going on."

 

His eyes narrowed. "No, you can't. The only person who could have helped me is dead. Just like you have to be."

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