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Veronica wrung her hands, fingers tying and untying themselves in and out of nervous knots. Heather was thanking her again. Thanking her for what-it didn't even really matter. It was just the idea of being appreciated when she deserved no sort of appreciation that gnawed at Veronica. It ate at her slowly, until she felt she had no other choice but to tell the bright, bubbly, happy friend next to her the truth. The entire truth, even if it would take that sunshine out of her life for good.
"----Stop. Heather--don't talk about me like that. You don't--you have no idea--"
Veronica swallowed her words and blinked. Once. Hard. Then exhaled.
"I killed Kurt. I shot him. It was me, not Ram."
