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BROCK
When my alarm goes off the next morning, I feel like I’ve barely just closed my eyes. Another fucking restless night’s sleep, if you can even call it that- I was tossing and turning and thinking about the vision Astrid said she had. Of course her first vision would be of the worst night of my life.
Hearing Astrid describe the scene dredged up all of the painful memories associated with how things ended between me and Annalise. I remember the white tank top she was wearing and how her strawberry blonde hair looked almost pink that night under the light of the nearly full moon. I remember how fucking helpless I felt when I begged her to stay, to keep the promises she’d made and choose me, but she still walked away and ended it all. Except that wasn’t really the end, not even close- she’s continued to torment me ever since, relentlessly haunting my dreams and memories. Because I thought she was the one, and I was a damn foo
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