After uttering those words, Dorothy closed her eyes, her body starting to tremble ever so slightly as if bracing for the agony that was imminent.

But the pain didn't come.

Instead, what arrived was him propping himself up and withdrawing from her.

"I don't want you to compensate me in this way," he said, dropping the words like a stone before turning and walking into the bathroom.

Dorothy remained lying on the bed, her hair splayed out around her like strands of seaweed.

With his weight lifted, the air rushed back into her lungs in greedy gulps, and a bitter smile flickered across her lips.

Was this compensation? Not really.

wanted to feel Everett. Truly feel

it meant pain, it was

sound of water from the bathroom

lights, and

wrapped around his waist, she was there

no questions, okay, Everett?" "About

ask." He was always the one to give in, and he was

He never willingly cut contact with her, and she worried—was it an infection, had his

possibilities had flitted through Dorothy's mind, but she never imagined he'd gone

don't take care of

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