Weakling
Tyler As we sailed home I felt worse than ever. Perdita almost died. I promised her to save her, to show her the beauty of the world, and yet, she got hurt to protect us. I hit the steering wheel and Jake jumped while he was sitting on one of the chairs on the deck. He looked at me and, honestly, my friend looked like a piece of s**t himself as well. - Tyler, are you okay? - I scoffed. He is clearly utterly shocked and still he asks about my wellbeing. - No, I'm not! Why can't anybody I love and care about be just a little bit more selfish?! Dude you look like crap yet you are asking ME if I'm okay?! Are you okay?! You basically saw a murder, and a resurrection of a mermaid! - Jake's expression got cold and he walked to me. Suddenly, I got slapped into my senses. - We ask because we ca
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