He stood, one hand on the opposite wrist, as if he'd been doing it all night. You don't always know what an ordinary person is like on the inside. It seemed wrong to be this near and not touch him. I'd felt that he loved me, still, but I'd also felt that his hatred for everything he was, was stronger and more important than his feelings for me.
If they're both pomme de sangs, then I think Richard and I are both confused about how we're supposed to act around them. He gave me a brief and rare grin. If I loved Micah, I couldn't love anyone else. Sounds fair, I said.
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