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Me:Anything?
JT:Yes.
I go through the basic questions first.
When’s his birthday? How old is he? Where is he from?
December 20. 23. Sprague, WA.
All very normal things.
I ask him what his favorite color is. He tells me it’s the blue of my eyes.
Me:Who knew a psychopath could be such a romantic?
JT:We’re the most romantic of them all.
Calling him a psychopath was supposed to be a joke. But he doesn’t deny it. Which means he can’t really be one, right? Aren’t they not supposed to know they’re crazy or something? Meaning JT knows he’s a little messed up in the head, the same way I do. And he’s dealing with it. The same way I do. Or maybe differently. I’m not sure.
Me:When did you realize you were different?
JT:I’ve always known. Always knew I didn’t fit in.
Me:When we first started talking, I asked you what your secrets were.
He told me he’d have to kill me if he admitted them to me.
JT:I remember.
Me:Is your answer still the same?
JT:For now.
Me:What does that mean?
JT:That maybe one day I will tell you, but that day isn’t today.
Me:Why not?
JT:You’re not ready for that yet.
JT:Shouldn’t you be getting ready for class?
I nod absently. Because yes, I should be getting ready for class. And of course he knows that.
Chapter Thirty-One
Him
Little Dove:Do you ever wish you had someone to take care of you still?
I huff out a laugh, staring down at the text. Does she always get so reflective and emotional when she’s on her period? Only time will tell. It’s been a long day, and this isn’t the conversation I want to have, but I can’t help but indulge her.
Me:You shouldn’t rely on other people to take care of you. They let you down.
Little Dove:Who hurt you?
I sigh, dropping my phone to my lap.
