He tells it like it is, even if you don’t want to hear it.
“it’s not safe for anyone to be around me anymore. It’s not safe for me to be around me anymore. This is the only way to make sure I don’t hurt someone again-“
She stopped. Realizing what she’d just said.
“Stop being so dramatic. You’re an Echo. That’s the reason for the blackouts.”
He can fly!
“ We just go up.”
Pushing aside her fear of heights, Cyn closed the gap between them. She could feel the warmth radiating off of him. It was like having her own personal heater.
Thirteen snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her tightly against his chest. “So you don’t fall,” he said.
Heat rushed to her head. It doesn’t mean anything.
But that didn’t stop her from wrapping her arms around him in return.
He can cook.
She clanced at the table, and it took her a second to realize an empty plate was sitting there. He brought the pan over and slid a golden brown grilled cheese onto it. Tender apple wedges peeked out of its crispy edges, melted cheddar oozed from the sides, and the bacon was the exact shade of burnt that she liked.
“Eat,” he said, holding the plate up to her. She almost wavered.
But then everything came crashing back to her.
“What are you doing?” Cyn asked.
“Making you food. I thought you might be hungry. Something wrong with that?”
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