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    city of angels-18

    “Well what is it?”

    “Uh let’s go to Kit’s office.” I watch her walking away, tears welling in my eyes making the room blur, and I have to fight so hard to keep them from falling.

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    “Are you serious?” her face lighting up in disbelief, her hands running through her hair in excitement.

    “Yeah, I told you I would talk to Chase about it all…him and Sam has agreed that you deserve it. It’s yours if you want it,” she deserves this more than anyone I know.

    “I get to go home,” she pulls me into another hug not letting me go. “Thanks for everything Shane; you changed my life, for the good.”

    I just did it because of a promise that I made to her sister years ago when the agency picked her up that day. She was my best friend; she taught me how to survive.

    “Yeah well I guess I can’t boss you around anymore.” smiling to make her comfortable, to make her happy.

    “Nope, I can boss people around now and that is sweet.” she punches my arm on her way out; I don’t feel it my body is numb and I haven’t taken anything.

    I can hear the faint beating of my heart but I can’t feel it, I never wanted this to happen. I just wanted to be with her, and now I just fucked up the best thing that ever happened to me. Why the fuck did I say it? I can see her eyes watching me, those clear tears running down her face, how she stop dead in her tracks when she saw me. I couldn’t help it, I had to tell her…and because I’m an idiot everything that I ever did to her is now the main article in a magazine. Displayed in neat little print for the world to see, written by her girlfriend or ex-girlfriend.

    Trying to breathe to gain what ever it is I need to walk through that door to make this alright. Opening my bag, the pile of paper that just destroyed my world rolled to fit into my bag. What can I say to make this all go away? What can I say to make it all right?

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