“You’re right,” I finally whisper in response, staring at him like I’m only just seeing him properly for the first time. “You could never kill him. Because then you’d kill yourself,” I voice my latest suspicion, my knees feeling so soft that they’re threatening to give out any moment now.
He stares at me in complete silence, not saying a single word. Actually, it looks like he’s not even breathing. And the fact that he doesn’t say anything … The fact that he’s not even trying to deny it … It’s him. I know it is.
I start shaking my head in disbelief, tears already filling my eyes, but that’s when he seems to come back to his senses. “No, you have this the wrong way. I’m not … I’m Cyrus,” he speaks up again, but I scoff. It’s just another futile attempt of trying to cover up the truth.
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