Morpheus puts an arm around me. “You’re all right, blossom,†he says, his mouth at my ear. “Can you drive?â€
I nod and sniffle.
“Good.†He scoots back to his seat, then grabs my chin to force me to look at him. “Next time, I expect you to figure a way out. A netherling way.â€
My tears gather around his hand, smudging his fingers with makeup.
“You didn’t leave me,†I utter in disbelief. “I thought you would leave me.â€
He releases my face and looks out the opposite window while rubbing his hand on his jeans to wipe off my mascara. “Nonsense. I stayed for the car.â€
— A.G. Howard
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