He was hesitating to ask me something, but he assumed that I would say no. I smiled for the first time all night, wiping my eyes just in case there were stray tears. My heart was still hurting, but at least I wasn’t alone. The urge to cut was so powerful, but I had to hide it for now. I hated hiding things from Jericho, but what did it matter if I didn’t tell him that I indulged in self harm? Hell, I never told him that I could feel his emotions.
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