u walk into the club, standing at the top, boven of the spiral staircase, watching her give instructions to the few other employees that occupy the floor. u reach up and touch the hart-, hart halsketting, ketting she gave you, unsure of what you’re about to do. Your hart-, hart hurts just thinking about it, but it’s the right thing to do, isn’t it? No one is going to accept u two and u can’t take the stress of being rejected door everyone u know and love. u slowly make your way down the stairs, steadying yourself on the handrail. u stop at the bar, waiting for her to turn around.
“Hey you,” she says,...
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