"So I've told you. So you know. What now, now that you know how I feel? How will this end? Will we fall further? Will I fall further? How will they react? There is a great turmoil in my chest. I feel sick, yet exilerated."
"But perhaps the best question is . . . What happens now?"
And the wicked, green-eyed cat only raises a brow. It's laughing at me, I can feel it.
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