VIOLET His eyes went to my shoulder, to the parts of my wound visible above my towel.“I'm sorry, Vi.”“You're always sorry, aren't you?” I muttered bitterly before I could curb the emotion. He was sorry, but it never did stop him, did it?“I deserved that,” he said on a loud exhale. There was a new feeling between us. We were okay, but we weren't. We teetered on the fence, both refusing to fall to either side. But I guess it worked for us both.He crossed to the other side of the room, to the only window, drawing its curtain aside.“How long was I out?” I asked casually as I walked to the bed. It sat right in the center of the room, separating us by some distance.“11 days,” then, he turned to me. “You slept into fall.”11 days! That was longer than I thought.“What did you do to me, Brian?” My tone was almost playful, carrying no accusations.He laughed from his perch on the windowsill. His laughter rang, but it wasn't true. We were far off from that yet.“I hope you like your gif
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