17/03/2026 19:37

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I think I crossed my last few lines tonight. He's so cold, so cold, that he's collapsed against a wall. Jason's short blond hair seemed very yellow against Nathaniel's dark auburn. I wouldn't fly because Nathaniel had asked me to, I would fly because of Nathaniel.

He touched my arm and whispered, with a smile that did not match the words, Are you alright, ma petite? I nodded and whispered, because I knew he'd hear me. The two rags lived in the same bag, until one got bloody. He turned me back to look at him, and I was suddenly almost painfully aware of the strength in his hands. I actually closed my eyes and did the deep-breathing exercises that I'd learned.