#expect it to come out either tomorrow or Sunday aewhtesrjt

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Sneak Peek of Chapter Twenty-Six

“So this is the end, then,” she said. “The end of this fucked-up thing we had.”

“Is that how you thought of it then? Fucked up?”

Anna glanced at her room door. The large Queen poster her aunt gave her last Christmas was taped over a good portion of it. “Only because we did all that while knowing how badly you messed up my aunt’s life.”

“Yer aunt had nothing to do with wot we chose to do. It was just between you ‘n me.”

“It was selfish.”

Murdoc scoffed. “If that was selfish, then fuck me, love, I must be the greediest bastard on the planet. You’re never going to get anything you want in life by feeling guilty over wanting them in the first place.”

He was right. He was right, but even so….

“I still love you.” Tears spilled down her cheeks and she threw her arm over her eyes. “Despite everything, I still love you. That’s the most fucked-up part.”

Anna tried her best to muffle her sobs, but she was sure he could hear her anyway.

“Why’re you crying, love?”

She hastily scrubbed at her face. “I don’t know. I guess...I’m scared that you won’t want to see me ever again.”

“Why do you think that, darling?”

“Because it’s what you do. It’s what you always do.”

A sob tore from her throat and she curled up into a ball on her bed. “Sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, my love.”

Anna frowned at her phone. “What? What did you call me?”

“Erm, ’my love’. Why?” He tried to sound nonchalant, but his nervousness seeped through anyway.

“You’ve never called me that before.”

“Wot? I call you ‘love’ all the time!” he protested.

“‘My love’ is way different than just plain ‘love’, Murdoc.”

“Yeah, by one word.”

“It’s a very big word.”

“Is it? I-I think you’re just making it a big deal out of nothing.”

Her laugh came out warbled through her tears. “Maybe. But I like it.”

Murdoc hummed, as if he were trying to downplay how pleased he must have been. “I want to see you. Can I?”

Anna wanted to laugh again. “Since when have you ever needed my permission to do the things you want to do?”

“Since you live with your dear, old aunt, stupid.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot my aunt hates the man I love! Satan, it’s practically Shakespearean. Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Essex where we lay our scene—”

This time, she did laugh. “Dude, shut the hell up. I have an idea.”

“Oh? Wot is it you have in mind?”

#aaaaah this chapter is coming out so late im sorry #expect it to come out either tomorrow or Sunday aewhtesrjt #there's only so much angst I can write in a day before I get emotionally exhausted #Sneak Peeks