《Cold》13

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I didn't go to the funeral.

Why would I go to a funeral for someone who isn't dead?

Atlantic was here. In our room. Hiding somewhere, playing with me. Punishing me.

He wouldn't leave me like this.

He loved me.

He loved me.

He loved me not to leave me.

Atlantic is okay. He's fine. He just needs some time to himself, before he comes out and wraps his arms around me again.

He's okay I'm sure of it.

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