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... s he was the night before—messier hair and a look akin to exhaustion in his eyes, or something else; I could be wrong.
Blood-stained hands up to his elbows, dripping.
Whatever it is is buried beneath the twisted look of delight in his eyes that lights up the second I walk in—the unhinged derangement I’m used to.
He’s nothing like the man from last night — a complete 180. That person I could talk to. What stands in front of me now, trembling with excitement, isn’t him.
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