maybe not when the door kicked in — the bat found his skull too quick. and not down in the dark, pressed back to shivering back, a heavier head lolled onto his shoulder and his own still spinning; trying to work their way back to sunlight. whispering a promise. there's still a way out. he'd get them out.
but on the block, when they yanked the bag from the spot it stuck to his hair, he'd thought of it. again, on some rolling antivan hillside, watching her seize and drip bile in the grass. the sunrise had been very pretty, and there'd been a cup in his hands,
and he'd thought of it. how glad he was she'd gone. ]
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maybe not when the door kicked in — the bat found his skull too quick. and not down in the dark, pressed back to shivering back, a heavier head lolled onto his shoulder and his own still spinning; trying to work their way back to sunlight. whispering a promise. there's still a way out. he'd get them out.
but on the block, when they yanked the bag from the spot it stuck to his hair, he'd thought of it. again, on some rolling antivan hillside, watching her seize and drip bile in the grass. the sunrise had been very pretty, and there'd been a cup in his hands,
and he'd thought of it. how glad he was she'd gone. ]
No.
[ wait for it ]
I should never have let you.