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Conflicted Feelings
The side of the train rips away and he's just standing there near the back, next to Mia. He isn't supposed to be here, but he is and it's fucked up and wrong because I want him to be safe, to be out but I'm so glad he's here, so glad that he's ok.
"Thought I told you to lay low?"
"We're running on fumes. I had to make a call." he meets my eyes, he isn't backing down from me. And as much as I don't want him there, I'm glad he is.
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