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Not when I didn’t have the words to explain it. To explain any of it.

Therefore, like a fucking dick, I said, “It’s getting late. Go to bed.”

I felt her stare on the side of my face, but I kept it blank.

Looking disinterested.

It ate at the deepest parts of my being.

Then from the corner of my eye, I watched as she stood and heard her walking away.

But not before she stopped.

The power flicked on, and my heart fucking cracked at the sight before me.

“You’re a chicken shit,” she said as tears flowed down her cheeks.

I shrugged.

I’d let her think that about me.

Because the truth of the matter was... I was fractured.

Everything that had gone on in my life had jaded me.

I didn’t know a way out of it.

I took a long pull of my beer and sat there.

Promised her I’d never lie to her years ago.

And I just fucking broke it.

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Meanwhile....

Operation FUBAR Text Thread

Wolf – So, Ghost, got a question.

Ghost – Yeah?

Wolf – You never said we couldn’t date your sister.

Ghost – You shitting me?

Wolf – Saw her. Saw Dom. Didn’t seem like he was all that into her.

Ghost – I don’t know what their problem is.

Wolf – Well... if he can’t see through to her, then he doesn’t deserve her.

Ghost – What do you mean?

Wolf – She wears that prickly exterior like armor.

Wolf – Keeping herself safe.

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