"It wasn't him," I say, accepting it at last. "He was being controlled." Dammit, I knew it was him, and it *hurt* that he'd go *that* far... Except now, I know it wasn't.
I have to adapt to that.
I wipe my cheeks absently. Huh. I'm crying. I take Etienne's hand. He's going blurry. "I- I thought I was- we wete going to lose you, too."
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Date: 2012-05-23 12:51 am (UTC)I have to adapt to that.
I wipe my cheeks absently. Huh. I'm crying. I take Etienne's hand. He's going blurry. "I- I thought I was- we wete going to lose you, too."