Tequila's POV
"Babe! Where are you going?"
"I know whose ring this is. I know I-I can't believe it. They're back." I get into my car, and he hops into the passenger side.
"Tequila relax— hey." He grabs my hand as I fumble with the key, tears in my eyes I look up at him. "Hey, hey, hey what're you crying for?" The first tear drops, and I close my eyes, as I feel his finger wipe the rest away.
"Why is this happening? Why now?"
"Shh, baby, you know that no matter what happens we're gonna be okay."
"Sure but—"
"No buts, we're good baby. We're okay."
I sniff, nodding. "Can you drive?" He asks, and I nod again.
"Alright, let's go wherever you want to go."
× × ×
"Draco just texted me that Jude's dead. " I murmur in disbelief. "Suicide."
"It's not. " Ace mutters and I already know.
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