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I don’t turn, I don’t breathe, I justfeel.
Everything.
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DAMIR
“Everybody Here Wants You” by Jeff Buckley
Present
Finally…
“Green suits you perfectly, partner.”
She lifts her glass without pause, but I catch it, a tiny twitch in her jaw, rage, or memory.
Both aremine.
She downs the drink. “You bleeding out on my bed was a better look on you.”
“I missed you,” I say.
She turns, smiling, but it’s soaked in alcohol and something meaner, tipsy, and angry. “Too bad. I didn’t.”
I lean closer. “Liar.”
“Says you.”
“You left without a word.”
“You lied to me,” she fires, and there it is, soft, venomous, deadly regrets all over her pretty eyes. “And you thought I’d beall cute and happy because you’re here?” Her eyes cut through me. “You really are stupid, Damir.”
I sit beside her, ignoring the blade in her voice. I’ve bled worse for her.
“I didn’t come here to fight,” I say.
“No,” she hums, twirling her next drink, “you came to stalk me, flirt like you almost didn't die, and get pissed because someone else touched my hand.”
“You didn’tjustlet him touch your hand.”
She smirks, all pretty, andfuckI missed her. “Alexander?” Her tone is pure gasoline. “You jealous?”
“Jealous is a polite word for this.”
“Oh?” she asks, cocking her head. “What would you call it then?”
“Territorial.Violent. Like I want to end him. That kind of mood.”
My eyes drop down her throat, to her collarbone, to the slit in her dress. It’s criminal how much leg she’s showing, it’s criminal how it’s not mine.
“I missed just looking at you.”
“You’re not subtle,” she mutters. “Bit loud for an ex-partner.”
“Still-partner. I’m not the type to share.”
She laughs, “Possessive much?”
