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XXIII

I don't go to our spot at lunch the next day.

I feel his eyes burning into the back of my head but I don't let myself meet them, knowing that even just one second of gazing into those green eyes will destabilise me.

This needs to stop.

I need to stop.

The withdrawal has already started.

I didn't sleep much last night.

Couldn't.

I crave him like air.

Now I'm left starved of oxygen.