so loaded, eye low ~ ch 4
“So, you’ve been avoiding me for the past two months,” Simon hissed, voice venomous. “Is this some kind of game to you? Or did that night really mean nothing?” Wille fell onto his back foot, jarred by Simon’s words. “What? No! No, it’s not a fucking game. Are you kidding me? That night was everything!”
or, Wille and Simon try to work things out.
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