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"You know it's pretty hard believing that right?"

★──  Her laughter rang in his ears as he leaned his body against her, sitting on the cliff, dangling his feet and staring at them.

"You're oddly quiet today..."

"Yeah, I know," Tháo responded quickly with a little sass, immediately regretting it as he just sat there slumped against her.

"I'm scared, Irene. I don't know what the fuck it is, but I'm terrified."

The wind was blowing against their ears as she draped an arm over him, slumped against him too.

The two didn't speak at all as the chilling breeze hit them, adding goosebumps to their necks.

"I'm afraid of not knowing anything. I hated it...I hated it so much. Why couldn't he just say he was hurting?"

Her touch became firmer before ruffling his hair, looking down at the city lights right below their feet.

"I genuinely don't know..."

"But you're just fifteen. How were you supposed to know?"

He shut his eyes tightly, feeling his heart screaming in pain, aching from the sensation he felt.

Irene noticed it immediately, cradling his face softly, her fingers digging into the cold, pale flesh as she looked at him.

"No one was supposed to know. I'm being serious. It doesn't matter who the hell it is, you can't hate yourself for not knowing."

"I never said I hated myself. I just wished I could have said something."

He looked at her in heartache, grabbing her boney arms and staring into her eyes.

"Just promise me you will always tell me if something happens to you...please?"

"Promise."