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And it would.
Bastien and I were two fast-moving trains in the night, too far gone to turn around, moving too rapidly to hit the brakes in time. We would crash and burn, and it would be a public affair.
Bastien was too sweet; I couldn’t let his entire life’s mission crumble to ash.
I wasn’t the one with a reputation and sacred vow to protect.
And while he obviously could survive a life without me in it, I was certain he couldn’t survive without his holy flock.
Blood was thicker than water, and Bastien had pledged his to God.
What we were was heartbreakingly shallow in comparison.
Correction.I was shallow.
Bastien was holy.
