The wet clothes I left on the floor of the bathroom. from your grasp? Torn from your grasp because you did exactly what you were told you could do, what was asked of you. I had never dreamed that Jean-Claude had not done so. What the fuck was wrong with me?Jason had to help me slide off of Jean-Claude, catching me in his arms, holding me like you'd hold a child.
I wished they were reporters, but the situation didn't have that feel to it. She asks me if you're mine, I say, yes, she doesn't believe me. We all scattered. Hated that some new metaphysical bullshit had reached up to force me into closer personal contact with yet another vampire.
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