TWENTYONE-FLICKER
FLICK He didn't have to say it. I didn't want him to say it. I already knew what he was going to say before the words left his swollen lips. He had been with her, in ways he wouldn't be with me. "If you ask me to choose between you and my pack-" We both knew that it wasn't me and the pack he was choosing between. It was me and her. And I lost to the dead girl every time. Still, the knowing of what was about to come never seemed to soften the blow. "-I will choose my pack. Every time." I felt like falling to the floor, my knees grew weak and my heart clenched with sorrow, every syllable he spoke was like a knife to my chest, twisting the blade in deeper, harder, stronger. Until eventually it broke, as did my resolve, and with it a new sense of grief tugged at my sleeve like a sm
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