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.

feel

pain, it

the bathroom started

didn't bother with the lights, and just sat on the edge, waiting for him.

wrapped around his waist, she was there to meet

once, no questions, okay, Everett?" "About

to give

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

Dorothy's mind, but she never imagined

happen.” "Well, if you don't take care of yourself, who knows?"

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