Living alone both in my flat and in my own head again is daunting. Come visit some time, chief.

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Vince stared at those nine little words for a long time. The firewhisky he’d poured warmed and the light outside the window changed before he finally decided to crumple the note and give in altogether. Cassian would bloody visit if he wanted to. Obviously, he didn’t.

(The note fell to the wayside in the bin, forgotten. Just like him.)

maybe, it’s better this way—
we'd just hurt each other with the things we'd want to say.

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