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The house was quiet, and Aurelius knew that he'd ruined everything.
His throat burned from how loud he'd yelled, and his hand stung. Wilbur was staring at him from where he'd backed away to the kitchen counter with a blank expression, hand gently touching his reddened cheek, he almost envied how calm he seemed despite it all, movements fluid and unshaken. He swallowed, throat tight as he tried to find the words to fix this.
Wilbur's voice rasped in the silence, and he nearly missed it beneath the sound of his heart pounding.
"Don't follow me."
God. Don't let this be how things ended.
