[That's what was waiting for Riley behind her closed eyes, back in the world that didn't want her. He didn't ask, and she never specified, but this is what it was. Add insult to injury: they didn't even answer their phones.]
[He hates them. He does. He always has, but now . . . now he thinks of Mista, and it isn't the same, he knows it isn't, it's an unfair comparison, but at least it's in Riley's favor this time. Either of them alone in a dark room by themselves, locked away. Two people who, for very different reasons, simply cannot function in isolation.]
[His heart is breaking. Not only because of what she's telling him, but because it isn't good enough. Not for this. He can accept it, he can understand, he can stand by her, but he can't forgive this.]
I would have helped you.
[A barely-audible whisper. He feels like the air around him is stealing his breath.]
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[That's what was waiting for Riley behind her closed eyes, back in the world that didn't want her. He didn't ask, and she never specified, but this is what it was. Add insult to injury: they didn't even answer their phones.]
[He hates them. He does. He always has, but now . . . now he thinks of Mista, and it isn't the same, he knows it isn't, it's an unfair comparison, but at least it's in Riley's favor this time. Either of them alone in a dark room by themselves, locked away. Two people who, for very different reasons, simply cannot function in isolation.]
[His heart is breaking. Not only because of what she's telling him, but because it isn't good enough. Not for this. He can accept it, he can understand, he can stand by her, but he can't forgive this.]
I would have helped you.
[A barely-audible whisper. He feels like the air around him is stealing his breath.]
We all . . . would have helped you.