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Her voice barely reached my ears, and her eyes darted once over Chris's shoulder. He responded curtly, but I didn't hear what he said, either.
Chris was gone by morning, his bedding neatly folded on the ottoman. Where he'd gone, I had no clue.
Driving me even further up to the pinnacle but not letting me drop in a perfectly executed game of cat and mouse.
Any of it. Chris, it's breaking my heart!" He just blinked, the lamp behind me illuminating his face.
I just needed. something.