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t to her earlier excitement. I could almost hear her young mind reeling, trying to re
choked out. "You have to be. Jordan would never hurt me. He saved my lif
nful echo of my own. I remembered that night clearly. It was the winter break of our freshman year. We were walking back from a party, a little tipsy, laughing
em lunged at him. Jordan fought them, a wild, desperate energy fueling him. He was smaller than them, but he didn't back down. He took punches, but he never let th
rely a whisper. The memory felt distant, like a s
voice rising in a desperate pl
d me once, during an argument about another woman." The memory flashed, sharp and sickening. The sting of his ha
ial. "You're trying to trick me! You're not me
ou forever. I will protect you always. You are my world." I traced the words with my thumb. "I wish I were lying," I whispered, not
to tell you everything. Every betrayal. Every broken promise. And when I'm done, you
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