And he saw me.
Then an awful, gnarled noise escaped him and he ripped his hand away to cover his face. “You lied to me.”
“We didn’t. We would never.Nashwould never. Locke, please.”
I choked on a sob, tears burning my eyes, for him, for Nash.
For me.
I can’t lose him again.
But like everything that mattered most to me, it wasn’t my choice to make. Harsh seconds ticked by. Then Locke dropped his hands, his bloodshot stare distant and cold.
He walked out, and I’d never felt pain like it.
INTERLUDE
FOLK: I have him
NASH: he ok?
FOLK: Not really. Are you?
NASH: where are u?
FOLK: Took him to the farm
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NASH: i’m sorry it hurt u. I’m not sorry i did it
NASH: we love u
LOCKE: _
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Council Motherf*ckers Group Chat
FOLK: Someone needs to ride for me tonight
NASH: i’ll do it
CAM: No
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NASH: she didn’t know
LOCKE: _
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CAM: this is a fucking mess
RUBI: It’s a process. Give it time
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