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Fearful thoughts

I was a coward.

A self-righteous one at that. And for what? It didn't matter anymore because after tonight, Asher Creed was bound to never speak to me again.

The headlights from the oncoming cars were burning my tired eyes and I just wanted to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come.

Mark was driving, thankfully, so I rested my head against the cold window and stared into the darkness. I knew I shouldn't have left the way that I did, but I just couldn't face Asher again. My heart hurt and I knew it was over.

After mine and Asher's talk, I went and grabbed a beer and hid from him. I saw him come downstairs, searching for something, or rather someone, and knew it was me. Once everyone was asleep, I came out of my hiding place, snuck into Asher's room to grab my things, and woke Mark from a dead sleep. Now we were headed back to the city. Back to our lives.

And I was a giant coward for it.

"You okay?" Mark's voice broke me from my thoughts as I sat up and stretched.

"Fine. I just want to get home
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