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You were amazing to me
I was amazing to you
But here we go again.
-O.A.R., Love and Memories

Phil

Earlier

"They've been gone a long time. Surely it won't be too much longer,  the two of them together are a more than decent match for a couple of zombie dogs."

I register Marzia's words, but my mind is elsewhere. I'm still woozy from the fall, the dizzying feeling in my head  finally beginning to subside, replaced by a persistent throbbing. It's frustrating not being able to go and help our friends fight, all because I'd been knocked over by a bloody zombie wolf. I feel like it's just another stupid mistake, just one in the number of many that I seem to be making lately.

What's wrong with me? I've allowed myself and my friends to be kidnapped, forced my best friend to stay with our captors because they showed us a mite of decency, then when he got caught up in fight on a trip I dragged him into, I wound up nearly knocked out and had to leave him on his own. With Mark, who has made it very clear that he hates him. Shame isn't nearly a strong enough word for what I feel.

"I'm sure they can," I mutter, "but I'm still worried about Dan."

She nods and sits back, shadows creeping over her face as the sun touching the swaying treetops shows uncomfortably just how much time has passed. She's cross-legged on a patch of grass a couple of spaces away from my feet, tossing a clump of unused moss back and forth in her hands. Considering how long she's had to sit here with no knowledge of the safety of her friend, she seems unusually calm. Anyway, she's demonstrating much more patience than me.

"You have to admit," I say slowly, "this has already taken far too long."

She pauses. "I trust Mark to take care of himself. If he has Dan with him I'm sure he'll be fine. I don't think you can argue that they're the two most hardass guys in the group." she reasons, giving me a reassuring smile.

It's not that I don't think Dan will be okay, surely he's tough enough to handle himself. I just don't like being away from him. I like our companions, I like them fine, but there's only one person in this world that gives me a reason to be alive. Never have I been comfortable without him since we met, it feels like I've forgotten a limb or something. Even when we part off to explore a building or something, we still always stay close enough to sound the alarm or come to each other's aid. This distance and the fact that I'm incapacitated makes me nervous. It's been too long already.

"You seem very fond of him" she murmurs quietly. "He must mean a lot to you. Your relationship reminds me of me and Felix. Dan is so lucky, having someone like you."

Normally this sort of blatant statement would make me uncomfortable, but Marzia's voice sounds genuine, kind. She's not poking or prodding at anything, just thinking  aloud. My head is too painful to really process anyway, my words feel heavy as I try to coherently speak.

"Well of course I am." I reply awkwardly. I thinks it's pretty clear that me and Dan are close. I don't understand why this merits a mention, not when their absence makes it so hard to think.

My mind wanders  suddenly, Marzia's hovering reminding me of something else. "Look, Marzia." I say firmly. "You don't have to sit here with me and wonder what the hell is going on. Just leave me here and go help them. I'm sure I'll be fine."

For someone who's been so calm and composed up until now, her reaction to this statement is unusually strong.

"No!" she says immediately, looking at me like I'm nuts. "Come on, Phil. I am not leaving you here alone. You're just as important as they are, and like it or not you're hurt. You're not staying here by yourself."

"Why not?!" I ask incredulously, making an effort to stand up to demonstrate that I'm fine. "If you don't go I'll just go alone." This plan somewhat backfires when a sharp pain snaps through my head, causing me to press a palm to my temple and reluctantly sink back to the ground,  leaning my back and shoulders against the rough tree bark.

She giggles and pokes my shoulder, looking me firmly in the eyes.

"That's why. Just relax for a little bit, you're bleeding again."

"I don't care!" I complain, though admittedly I appreciate the considerate gesture. I'd appreciate it more, mind you, if I didn't feel so guilty. "How can you stand staying back here with me? You hardly know me at all, I feel terrible because I'm keeping you from your friend."

She shakes her head and places a hand over mine, prompting my attention.

"You have a friend out there too." She says gently. "If you remember, he told me to make sure nothing happens to you. Besides, he has my gun. I couldn't go fight with this crowbar, at least not well."

"Oh. Right."

She retracts her hand but maintains eye contact, ensuring I get the message. "I also think it's fair enough to say I consider you my friend anyway. There is nothing wrong with me wanting to stay back with you."

"You're kidding," I mumble, baffled. "What could I have possibly done to earn the trust of someone like you?"

"You underrate yourself, Phil!" she exclaims, going back to tossing the moss again. "I've talked to you enough to realize that you're incredibly honest and loyal. To get someone like Dan to willingly depend on you, you must be amazing. Don't look at me like that!" she adds, noticing my dubious expression. "Even just now you put my wellbeing above your own, and I've barely done anything to deserve your acceptance."

It's not that I don't think I'm worthy of her friendship, I just feel like she's being too trusting, I'm not even sure if I'm entirely comfortable with her. And yet she's watching out for me, she considers me important and she doesn't really know why.

"It's not as impressive as you make it sound." I mutter, lowering my eyes. "It's much more of a weakness than anything. I'm too trusting, it's going to hurt him and I one day."

She looks at me quizzically and I raise my eyebrows, not thinking I've done anything to elicit a response like that. She looks suddenly alert and fascinated, her observation of my features making it feel like she's trying to read me. I try to shift my expression and prompt her, needing her to explain.

"You just said him and I." she starts, as way of explanation. "It seems less like you're worried about the wellbeing of yourself, you're just worrying about Dan. You're not scared of death at all, are you?"

"Did I?" I shake my head, kicking myself internally for the ridiculous admission I've just made, one I did without even thinking. I change the subject hastily. "Of course I'm afraid of dying. Anyone who says they aren't are either kidding themselves or have nothing to lose. "

She nods silently, crossing her legs and sitting back, elbows propped up by her knees, chin resting lightly in her hand. "I know I am." She says truthfully, and we both fall silent for a moment as I hear the echo of voices down below. I relax a little, realizing they're fine after all, or they must be, the wolves just proving to be a slightly lengthier battle than predicted. I can't see what's going on down there, but the ringing gunshots earlier suggested they have a good handle on things.

"I feel like I have so much to live for still, I'm only young, really." She muses, her tone slightly sad. It speaks volumes for such a simple sentence; I can imagine Marzia before the apocalypse, so happy and carefree, full of dreams and ambition. I bet she'd made so many plans for life with her boyfriend, I bet she had an apartment and a decent-paying job. I don't know much about her but I can imagine that as another human being she's just as intricate and complex as I am. I wonder if she was different before all of this came about. It's painful to think back on, and I wonder if I might never know.

She lifts her head up quickly, blinking once as though ridding the sentiments from her head. "Nevermind that. I have my friends and Felix and that's a good enough reason to live. You know what I mean right? Dan's everything in your life. I can tell."

That doesn't even begin to describe it. I don't know where I'd be if I lost him. He's the last part of my normal life that I have left, and anyway he's just important to me. I was devoted to him before the apocalypse happened, I feel like now I'm actually in charge of the balance of his life. It would be difficult to get into the complexities of it, and the silence stretches on for far too long as I contemplate this.

I study my fingers as I debate on whether or I should tell her. This would be a good moment to do so and I know Cat has probably hinted at it to her as well. She's waiting patiently for me to say something and I give in to the pressure, feeling weirdly indifferent at the moment about anything at all. Maybe it's my head. I don't really know why.

"Can I admit something to you?" I ask quietly, nervously, and her brown eyes soften. She nods with an encouraging smile, her voice soft and inviting.
"Of course." she ventures lightly, and I gulp, suddenly not able to look at her.

I try to think of a casual way to say it but my mind feels slow and afraid. My head is still sore and painfully pounding, making it difficult to concentrate. But I have to get it off my chest, it's weighed on me for so long and otherwise she's just never going to get it.

"It's going to sound so stupid, but I... I like him. A lot. I really do, and I have for a long time."

There's silence for a moment, a long pause just drawn enough that my heart begins thudding rapidly, immediately regretting saying anything at all.

"Of course you like him," she says carefully, giving me the option to redirect the meaning despite what she clearly suspects. Letting me take it back to platonic, should I need to. I almost want to. I'm not sure if I want her to know. "He's your best friend." She continues, "You wouldn't have stuck together out here this long if you didn't like each other."

I shake my head, deciding to plow on now that I've gotten this far. Being able to confide in someone besides just Cat, my friend who always teases me about it, makes me feel so much more at ease, sharing the weight of this harboured secret on someone I might consider to be my friend now. Marzia's so kind, I feel like she wouldn't even tell Felix if I asked her not to. I trust her honesty, though I'm not entirely sure why, given that I don't know her that well. She just seems like that kind of person, and try as he might, even Dan seems to trust her more than he'll admit. So here we are.

"It's more than that." I say irritably, "You know what I mean."  She raises her eyebrows, her suspicions confirmed. Despite her effort to remain discrete and respectful, I can tell I really have her interest now. She's leaning forward, eager to hear me say it.

"I love him more than anything else in the world, which is ridiculous- like that's gonna do me any good thinking about shit like that out here. But I can't help it. And I can't tell him, because I have no idea if he likes me in that way, or even if he, you know..."

She nods thoughtfully, sparing me from having to say it. Because truthfully, I'm not entirely sure if Dan is straight or not. We know almost everything there is to know about each other, but the conversation of sexuality never really happened because as online friends we had more pressing things to talk about and once I met him in real life I was too nervous to ask because I had already fallen for him and didn't want to screw things up. And anyway, it's not what two awkward nerdy guys talk about. He must be straight. Surely he would have noticed something if he wasn't.

But I honestly don't know how you could not know and love him. Once he let me in, there was a whole beautiful person to be discovered, and I've never met someone who complements my personality so well.  When we're together, the normal boundaries of what two guy friends might set are as good as broken, our hands brushing when in a tense situation or a reassuring hug when when one of us needs it, even if I have to fight him for it sometimes. Also add in the fact that he's ridiculously attractive, and well, to any outsider it probably looks like something else, and I wish so desperately that it was. Or maybe it's all in my mind.

"That's not ridiculous." She chides quietly, with a friendly shove in the elbow. "That's so brave of you, to just tell me like that. And so amazing for Dan, even if he might not know it's happened."

My heart skips a beat and I feel the anxious knot of feelings in my mind relax a little, her words bringing me a feeling of immense relief. "Really?"

There's something comforting in the validation of my feelings. I feel less like I'm being stupid, like it might actually be okay to love.

"Yeah. I don't want to pretend I don't know anything." she informs me casually. "I ah, wondered a little if there wasn't something going on between you two. I almost throat-punched Mark when he commented on it. It's none of his damn business."

I laugh a little, feeling embarrassed but reassured.  "Thank you. I don't understand how he doesn't notice anything at all, Dan. I feel sometimes like I'm being blatantly obvious. I'm not trying to be." I add.

"Oh trust me Phil," she says knowingly, "trust me I know. People don't expect others to love them, they misinterpret everything even when it's staring them right in the face. I flirted with Felix so long it was painful. He literally was so oblivious I had to straight-up say it. I have to admit Dan is particularly clueless though, when we were on the watch together I thought he was going to tell me all these things about you, but instead it was more like 'I don't deserve him.' It's so annoying, you just have to work at it if you want them to figure things out."

My stomach flips, and at first I'm at a loss for words. "No way." I stutter, trying to picture Dan saying these words to her but my mind drawing a blank. "He didn't say that, did he? Did he really?" She nods vigorously, plowing on as internally I'm imploding.

"He thinks very highly of you." She says softly. "No matter what it is that's going on between you, he must love you a lot. I bet you know all sorts of sides to him that we've never seen before. I bet you're the only person alive that knows the real Dan."

My mind begins racing with a jolt when I realize that actually, I might be. I don't want to dwell on it for too long, but how many people does he really trust? Me, maybe Cat. That's it. That's everyone. I know who he is and what he's afraid of, I know what makes him feel vulnerable and what makes him stronger. There's only one crucial thing that he has hidden in some reclusive corner of his mind, and that's one thing I'm dying to know.

It's interesting, hearing Marzia's take on the situation. She's a girl with a boyfriend, her interest and knowledge of these sort of situations surpasses anything that I've ever understood. It's almost laughable, how quickly our conversation topic has changed. Thinking about Dan is a good distraction from the persistent absence of our friends, and though I'm embarrassed about this part of me that I've chosen to share,  it's the only thing I can think to talk about without losing my calm.

"I didn't think about that. I guess you guys don't know a lot about him." I mutter. "He hasn't exactly given the best introduction. I know him very well. I know I lot of things that he'd probably kill me for telling you if I shared them. He's not as rough as he seems, I can promise you that." I say quietly, my thoughts being expressed aloud.

"The two of you seem so different," she comments. "One of you is so friendly and optimistic , the other is quiet and closed off. But you seem to complete each other perfectly."

Now there's a fun sentence to mess with my mind. I bury my face in my hands as my imagination takes over, possibilities attacking me and every part of my life. I could so easily reshape it. Between me and Dan things could be different, I just had to tell him the truth.

I feel so suddenly appreciative of Marzia. She doesn't hate Dan for the less than friendliness, she doesn't care that I've basically admitted to being gay. She cares about more than just our relationship.  All of the aspects that make up our beautiful and complicated friendship, not just the romantic one that's a little lacking. I know the dramatic allure of our relationship's one-sidedness attributes to a lot of the fascination, I'm not even going to try to kid myself on that one, but at least she's not trying to pry information from me.

I want to jump on the opportunity to have someone accept him, hopefully sparking the same fascination in him that I'm dying to share. I feel a surge of excitement. Never has anyone ever presented me with the opportunity to talk about Dan before. It's terrifying being aware that I love him, in the way that him knowing would cause everything to change. He's so important to me, this is something I can talk at length about.

But I don't end up doing it. My courage dies after this unplanned revelation and I ended up choking on my words under her undivided gaze, biting my lip and trailing off abruptly.
"Y-yeah," I stutter, "he's...alright."

She gives me a weird look and I shift awkwardly. It doesn't help that the area has fallen silent, no barking of zombie dogs or shouts from our friends or even a breeze to rustle the leaves of the trees all around us. It's highly unnerving. I ignore Marzia's chiding and slowly sit up, removing the moss I have pressed against my head. I want to free both of my hands, I need to get down at least part of the hill, to see what's going on.

"I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I'd appreciate if Mark refrained from commenting on our relationship." I tell her seriously. "If he says anything to Dan right now it'll make things between him and I uncomfortable. I'd honestly rather not bring it up."

Why is it so quiet?

She frowns at me sympathetically, reaching one arm backwards to pick up the crowbar that Dan had left behind. "I already said I'm sorry." she replies, "it wasn't his place to say that. I won't say anything if you don't want me to, I promise I'll keep it quiet."

"Don't even tell Felix. It's better if I keep this part of me hidden away. I shouldn't have told you, it makes it a lot more real now that you know."

"I won't. Don't worry. Phil, are you serious? Do you actually-"

"I'd rather not talk about it." I cut off abruptly, finally shaking off the woozy head feeling and stumbling down the hill before she can stop me.

"Phil!" She whisper-shouts. "Get back here!" But I ignore her, picking my way clumsily down over the rocks. I shake my head even though I know she won't see it. I need to get down there, I feel like I've already left them too long. My foot skids on a smooth rock and I almost tumble flat on my face, landing hard and painfully on my knee.

It shouldn't be this quiet.

A painful hiss of air escapes from between my teeth, but I scramble back upward and continue heading down the gravelly slope. There are clumps of grass poking out between the cracks in the boulders and they continuously trip me in my haste. It's been way too quiet, way too long. I wasn't worried earlier but I sure as hell am now, it wasn't that difficult of a battle.

As I start to get closer to the bottom, I hear voices.

I can already see the bushes and treetops ringing the camp, the wolves jumped out just below here. My vision is partly obscured by a large boulder about twenty feet from the hill's base but I press forward insistently when I see the familiar forms of our friends. The empty patch of brown dirt is ringed by several people standing all around, carved women and men with pale zombielike faces all looking on observantly.

They've surrounded Mark and Dan.

My heart lurches as I see a gaunt, sunken faced man jump Dan from behind and force him to his knees, causing him to collapse onto his back with an audible thud.

I'm a frozen spectator. Completely stiff, completely useless.

I've just barely processed what I'm seeing before small hands catch me by the waist, pulling me downward in a clumsy fall. They drag me down behind the boulder and I feel tiny pebbles dig into my skin, dragging me downward and opening scrapes. A hand cups over my mouth, stifling the shout that would have given me away. I fight furiously until my head is forced to turn sideways, my chin tightly gripped in my attcker's hand. Dark brown eyes lock with mine and I realize it's Marzia, her brows furrowed and her look insistent. She must have followed me. I'd been so caught up in Dan's predicament I hadn't even realized how exposed I'd been, standing in the middle of the hill in plain sight. I feel relieved that's it's only her briefly, but it's instantly replaced by concern.

"Shh." She hisses quietly, a fearful look on her face. "Someone's attacking them! We're no help if we get caught too!" and while I know that she's right, my wellbeing is about the last thing on my mind right now. I shoot up to poke my head above the boulder, keeping myself mostly hidden for fear of being spotted. Marzia is tugging insistently in my shoulder but I don't budge, leaving her all but ignored.

As soon as I see the area below, that thought is immediately dismissed as my heart begins thudding rapidly at the terrifying sight.

The men have them both pinned to the ground. I can't hear what they're saying. They're surrounded by zombeasts, all circling around obediently as though the savages have them under total control.

Mark is protesting something, his expression laced with anger and his muscles poised to fight.

But I'm looking at Dan. Dan, whose eyes betray his fear. The man has his knees dug into his elbows and his wrists pinned behind his shoulders.

Dan, whose gun has been kicked off to his left. He has no way to defend himself, though he's struggling against the iron-grip hands with fierce determination.

Dan, whose face is mere inches from his captors' wooden plank.

I'm fearing for him this very second. My feet begin to move on their own accord and I'm blindly scrambling back out to reach him, kicking desperately when Marzia tries to hold me back. I don't care if they see me. I have to get down there. I'm frantic- hot, blinding panic is taking over. I don't want to hurt Marzia but common sense has all but died away. I twist my wrist, wrenching myself away from her, and she emits a terrified shout, reaching out immediately to hold me back.

I've just managed to break free from her grasp and skid into exposure again, right in time to see the man raise his plank, slamming it directly down into Dan's head.

A choked sound escapes me and my body falls limp, as Mark begins screaming and fighting against the men. Almost immediately I see blood begin running down from the point of impact, almost immediately they begin dragging him away.
"DAN!" I shriek, my stomach sinking horribly, my mind racing with one awful, looping thought: no no no no no no no...

Mark is hit too, his screaming cut off instantly as the man with the plank promptly reels around and delivers a closed fist punch to the side of his face. But he isn't knocked unconscious, he curls in on himself with a moan of pain, lurching towards where they're dragging Dan away before collapsing. A ragged woman gleefully rushes over and begins binding his wrists, coiling ropes tightly around his body. His eyes close and they begin to drag him too, their backs receding into the thicket of bushes.

I'm hyperventilating. Marzia comes sprinting over to my side and emits a gasp, squeezing my wrist tightly as I drop everything and tears freely pour down my face. I don't know how none of those monsters heard me. I can't even think to shout. All I know is they they've hurt him, I can't even begin to ponder if he's been killed. A sort of numbness has settled over my heart, but it's not oblivion.

It's pure, unadulterated pain.

The uncertainty is unbearable. "Dan..." I croak weakly, his sneakered feet the last thing I see before he's roughly dragged forward through a screen of leaves, and then just as suddenly he's gone. One by one the others begin filing in along behind them, the zombie wolves leaping ahead and through the bushes. They seem almost giddy with success, it make me feel sick.

My heart feels like it's just been shot. How could I have allowed us to be separated?! Why didn't I force him to stay?! I should have held on to him harder, he was in danger and I didn't even sense that anything was wrong.

"Phil," she says quickly, as my breath begins to hitch, "Phil! We can't waste time worrying about him. We have to move, now, or they'll never make it out of there." Her voice is like an anchor, tethering me to sanity while panic threatens to override.

I don't know what those savages plan to do to them, but I don't intend to find out.

I take a deep, shaky breath, my arm shooting forward to roughly clench Marzia's wrist.

"I don't care about anything. We're going in. Right now." I jump up despite the blackness that instantly borders on my vision, making me violently sway.

"No!" She cries, grabbing the strap of my backpack. "We have to figure out a plan, otherwise they'll capture us and knock us out too!"

"If we don't do something, they'll kill him!" I shriek, my voice echoing in the empty air.

I don't want to be calculated. I don't want to be reasonable. Right now he's in danger, and like it or not we don't have time to think.

"Phil please!" She pleads with me, and I start when I realize she too has tears in her eyes.

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to be calm when I feel anything but. "Marzia we don't have time to figure it out. We're going in there, we're saving their lives."

"But there's so many monsters-"

"-I don't care. I'm not leaving him. They're no different than a horde of zombies. Just more sentient."

I'm not going to crack but I will remain stubborn. My mind is a million miles away, I've been replaced by a pulsating aura of fear.

She shakes her head, still seeking to counter me. "But...they took down Dan and Mark!"

"They were caught off guard." I say sharply, despite how quickly this turn of events has happened I'm already springing into action. Nothing comes between me and the boy I love. For someone so careful and peaceful as me, I feel ready to kill them all if that's what it takes. "We're not. Either you come with me, or I go in alone."

She bites her lip, her brow creasing stressfully as she fights a silent battle. She gazes at me helplessly like I might rethink my actions, but I'm not letting this blow over. This is happening now. She takes a deep breath and I prepare for the argument, prepared for a counter and not willing to crack. But she surprises me, lifting up the crowbar determinedly without a second thought.

"So we fight." she says flatly, and I nod, solidifying my resolve.

"We're fighting." I confirm, readjusting my hands to grip tightly to my axe.

We stand shoulder-to-shoulder and advance down the hill, the ground starting to dip upward as we reach the base, touching down on more level ground. Marzia stops hesitantly, her gaze skimming over the line of the trees.

We don't know what's over there. We aren't sure what to expect. It's becoming quickly apparent that these people are half-zombie like Cat. That means unless we kill them, our attacks won't cause any pain. There's a camp of them and they're all but invulnerable, we're taking a huge risk but we don't know what else to do.

We move fluidly, impulsively, my mind assembling a weak plan but mostly deciding to wing it. If there's going to be a fight I want to be ready. If there's going to be attacks I'll take them all down.

My eyes rake over our surroundings, and when they reach the ground my breath momentarily stops.

I come to a halt instantly, my view resting on an object lying not too far from the dirt spotted with a few droplets of Dan's blood.

"Phil, what is it?" Marzia asks quietly.

I extend a finger and point slightly forward, indicating an object several paces away.

"That's... Dan's gun."

The black pistol lies abandoned where it skidded onto the ground, dust already settled over it and the barrel filled with a couple of grains. He never got to use it, not proving it very helpful.

"My gun," Marzia says with a hush, realization dawning on her features.

I make to move over and grab it, when suddenly there's a series of crackling sounds in the bushes and I'm so shocked I actually stumble back, catching Marzia off guard.

A small boy darts out of the foliage, only giving us a quick glance before diving forward and grabbing the weapon, whipping around as I let out a shout of protest and he bolts, the weapon clutched tightly to his chest. "Hey!" I shout, as loudly as I dare. "Give that back!" His silver eyes shoot up to look at me and he rapidly shakes his head, his pale complexion tinged blue in an unnatural way. Just like the others, he's not quite alive.

We've both been seen, but he hardly seems to care that Marzia and I exist. He ducks his head before pushing back in and I don't even think, I dive in after him. For the second time tonight Marzia catches me by the waist, slamming me into the dirt so hard I bite my lip, prompting blood.

As it turns out, her doing this might have saved my life.

From this vantage point under the bushes I can see everything, I see our friends tied up and left pathetically in the middle of the ground, lying unconscious but clearly visible throughout the camp. The gaunt man and his counterparts are close to the bonfire conversing, occasionally looking back at their prisoners but clearly at ease that they can't get away.

Dan and Mark's backpacks have been thrown to the side, their contents rifled through and picked over, the unwanted items spilled everywhere. I see the folded corner of a blanket, I see a water bottle with the cap taken off, laying spent on its side. The only things they seem to have deemed usable are the food and the matches, the food being thrown to the hungry wolves and the matches clearly having their use.

If we were to bust in right now there would have been twenty scrawny figures on top of us, and I finally begin to feel the first creepings of self-restraint.

The boy runs up to them laying there, his eyes darting backwards and forwards as I let out a strangled sound. The little one turns round unexpectedly to look at me, raising an eyebrow and placing one hand on the shoulder of Dan.

Then quickly, subtly, he lowers the gun from where it's clutched in his bony fingers, slipping it quickly into Dan's back pocket.

I can't quite comprehend why he's done this, but he gives me a look that says to back away and get out of sight.
I shuffle back quickly and my shocked eyes meet Marzia's.

I don't know what's happening, but maybe Dan isn't alone.

A/N

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