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My
scalp
prickles
as
every
single
hair
follicle
on
my
body
stands
to
attention
,
and
the
world
falls
away
from
me
,
leaving
a
wide
,
yawning
abyss
for
me
to
fall
into
.
Oh
no
.
“
I
don
’
t
want
to
go
,
”
I
whisper
.
Fuck
—
this
is
it
.
Pay
or
play
.
Tears
swim
in
my
eyes
once
more
.
“
I
don
’
t
want
you
to
go
,
either
,
”
he
whispers
,
his
voice
raw
.
He
reaches
up
and
gently
strokes
my
cheek
and
wipes
away
a
falling
tear
with
his
thumb
.
“
I
’
ve
come
alive
since
I
met
you
.
”
His
thumb
traces
the
contours
of
my
lower
lip
.
“
Me
,
too
,
”
I
whisper
.
“
I
’
ve
fallen
in
love
with
you
,
Christian
.
”
His
eyes
widen
again
,
but
this
time
with
pure
,
undiluted
fear
.
“
No
,
”
he
breathes
as
if
I
’
ve
knocked
the
wind
out
of
him
.
Oh
no
.
“
You
can
’
t
love
me
,
Ana
.
No
…
that
’
s
wrong
.
”
He
’
s
horrified
.
“
Wrong
?
Why
’
s
it
wrong
?
”
