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He’s not laughing anymore. Instead, he fixes me with a glare that sends my already scattered thoughts spiraling.Anger?It’s the only way to explain those cold, empty eyes. “Fun’s over, rabbit.”
He turns away, snatching his still burning cigarette from the railing. He sticks the end into his mouth and heads for the door, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Woodenly, I refasten my pants. “What… What happened?” I hear myself croak, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice.
He says nothing, and that silence haunts me long after he vanishes through the mouth of the staircase. By the time I make it down to the street level and stagger all the way to my building, that silence persists, numbing me to everything else.
The fear that Branden could find out.
The enormity of what I’ve done—what I let happen.
None of those concerns can break through the cloud obscuring my thoughts—because some part of me still craves an answer from him. Even once I’m in my bedroom, long after I’ve shut off the lights.
In my head, in my dreams, my nightmares…
I’m still waiting for it.
