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Nighttime was the worst.
That was when the visions came. All the horrible things he had ever done flashed through his head.
There were a lot.
He was a horrible person.
He didn’t even know why he was still on this earth.
Why did his friends still like him?
Even Keefe, who had barely tolerated him before, didn’t hold him responsible for what happened.
That was probably what shocked him the most.
He and Sophie were the ones most hurt by his actions that day, but they still forgave him for it.
He hadn’t slept in ninety-two hours.
How could he with the nightly mantra of horrors?
Although, he knew right now he needed to sleep because he was at Biana’s house.
He couldn’t let her find out about this. She might decide he wasn’t worthy of love.
She would be right.
He knew he was a horrible person, but as he tossed and turned he hoped one day to be good enough for her.
That day was a long way off.
He froze as Biana stirred. Even though he never wanted her to find out, a tiny part of him wished she would somehow know without him having to tell her.
It looked like he was about to find out because she sat up and looked at him.
“Tam? Are you awake?” She whispered across the room so quietly he wondered how he heard her.
“Yeah, I’m awake. Sorry, did I wake you?”
“No, I just woke up from a dream.”
Oh.
“Was it a bad one?”
She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them before responding. “Yeah, yeah it was.”
“Do you need anything?”
“Will you—never mind.”
“What is it, Biana?”
“Will you put your sleeping bag next to mine? Please? For tonight? I just can’t go back to sleep alone.”
He would gladly do that small thing for her. If he were honest, he was a little more than okay with it.
He brought his sleeping bag across the room, careful not to step on anyone important.
“Is that better?”
“That’s much better. Tam?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
He whipped his head around to look at her, but she had already fallen fast asleep.
Even though it was probably just her sleep talking, he cradled her hand in his to savor the moment.
She loved him.
She loved him. The dark, messed up kid who had no right to even look at her, much less fall for her. It was too good to be true.
‘Things that are too good to be true usually are.’
He wasn’t sure what that quote meant, but for now he let himself relax with the knowledge that someone loved him.
Still holding her hand tightly, he rolled over to look at her beautiful face before he closed his eyes.
And that’s exactly how their friends found them sleeping together in the morning.
It was the best sleep either of them had had in a very long time.