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Aishiteru	By : LadyDorian Category: +G through L > Generator Rex Views: 2604 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
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Six.
“Six! Six! Answer me, goddammit!”
Holiday’s shrill voice rouses me from my sleep. It’s like a swarm of angry bees stabbing me in the brain. Once the initial drowsiness fades from my eyes, I’m able to focus on the objects around me. The digital clock on the table reads 9:42AM.
Shit. I fell asleep without setting the alarm. Beside me, Rex stirs slightly, fighting his return to the land of the waking.
“SIX! So help me, if you don’t answer right now, I’m going straight to White Knight!”
I drowsily reach for my communicator, holding it several inches from my face. If I had slept with it in my ear like I normally did, I’d be deaf by now. I push the button and speak, suppressing a yawn. “Six here.”
There’s a brief crackle of static before her voice returns, still high-pitched and frantic. “It’s about time! I’ve been paging you like crazy!”
With clumsy fingers, I try to rub the sleep from my eyes. Deep inside, I have a dreadful feeling about this. “Sorry, I’ve been…preoccupied. What seems to be the problem, Holiday?”
“What else? It’s Rex.” Her voice creaks a bit. “He’s missing. He never showed up for his appointment today, and Bobo says he hasn’t seen him all morning. Then, I can’t get in touch with you—”
“I’m up, I’m up,” Rex mumbles, dragging himself onto his elbows. He yawns and then fixes his tired gaze on me. “Whozzat? Holiday?”
I raise my hand in an attempt to silence him. “Don’t worry, I’ll go find him,” I tell her in my most assuring voice. “I’m sure he’s just playing hooky again.”
“Don’t bother, Six,” she sneers. “I know he’s with you. In your room.”
My heart nearly stops. How? And how can I play this off? Behind me, Rex chimes in, “Well, if she knew where I was, then why even bother asking? Seriously, Doc, c’mon!”
“You’re not helping, Rex,” I hiss, covering the communicator with one hand. Precious seconds are ticking away. The longer I hesitate, the more suspicious she’ll become. “We were just training. I thought you’d be angry with me for keeping him, so I didn’t admit it at first. Sorry, we must’ve lost track of time.” I speak calmly and clearly.
“Nice try,” she counters, “but I know you’re lying. See, Knight had me working on some new tracking devices. I’ve been implanting them into Rex and monitoring the results. Looks like I managed to finally engineer one that his nanites couldn’t deactivate.”
I shouldn’t be surprised that Holiday had finally discovered our secret; we had been on borrowed time from the start. But my mind races and my stomach churns. I swallow hard, praying that I’m still asleep and dreaming. Rex leans over my shoulder, straining to hear our conversation. “Dude, is she for real? Shit.”
My trembling thumb depresses the button. “I—like I said, we’ve been training—”
“Oh yeah? What kind of training have you been doing, exactly? Because I checked the tracker’s backlog, and he’s been there every night for the past two weeks! Why don’t you explain that to me?”
“Fuck...” Rex squeezes my arm. “What are we gonna do now, Six?”
I don’t know, Rex. What can we do but come clean? Though there was technically nothing in the Providence employee handbook prohibiting relationships between agents, the fact that I’ve been fucking my seventeen-year-old partner is bound to cause some controversy. White Knight will probably exile me to one of Providence’s more remote bases, like Antarctica. Fuck, I knew it was going to end sooner or later, just not like this. “Does Knight know?” I ask her.
Holiday laughs snidely. “Yeah, like I’d tell him I found a way for him to keep track of his precious ‘weapon’ 24/7.” She pauses. “But I will if the two of you don’t get down here immediately and explain yourselves. I mean it! You’ve got five minutes! Holiday out.”
The line goes silent. I toss the communicator back onto the table; it bounces once, then rolls onto the floor. I’m too nervous to give a fuck right now.
Isn’t this what I wanted—a way out? I sigh and heave myself out of bed.
“Wait, Six—let me go first.”
I turn to see Rex quickly gathering up his clothes. “Holiday wants to see both of us. She’s already mad as it is. Who knows what she’s thinking?”
He pulls on his underwear, then nearly stumbles trying to get into his pants. “Yeah, but you always look so put-together. If you walk in there with your hair and clothes all messed up, smelling like sex, she’ll know for sure something’s up. I’ll stall her while you get a quick shower.”
I stand there idly, naked, while Rex throws on his jacket and begins searching for his shoes. He grabs one from under the bed, and then crosses to the opposite side of the room to retrieve the other. Though I’d rather not deal with this situation, I’m not sure that leaving it in Rex’s hands is an entirely good idea. But my apprehension gets the best of me. “Fine, I’ll meet you there in ten minutes.” Rex nods and sprints for the door.
“Rex, wait—”
He freezes, half his body out the door. A puzzled look flits across his face.
“What are you going to say to her?”
“Don’t worry, Six,” he smiles, “I’ll take care of things. Just trust me.”
Though I have trouble trusting in Rex’s weak promises, I find a small amount of comfort in his words. Honestly, I’d have believed any lie just to buy myself a few more seconds to sort through my tangled thoughts. As the shower’s hot water rushes over me, I dig deep inside my mind for some sort of believable excuse. Each time the thought of admitting the truth surfaces, my resolve begins to crumble. I cover my face with my hands.
God, I’m such a coward.
It takes me a minute or so to spot Holiday. She and Rex appear to be arguing inside a small enclosed lab with a large window. When she spots me through the glass, she shoots me a glare angry enough to kill a rampaging EVO. Rex just smiles and waves. Begrudgingly, I take a deep breath and enter.
She barely gives the door a chance to close before attacking me. “Care to tell me what the hell is going on?”
Rex sits on a stool by a large whiteboard. Though the two of them had been engaged in a heated conversation, he’d grown silent the moment I entered the room. Now, he gazes blankly at a shelf of flasks, the chemicals inside glittering brightly in the light.
There are two long lab tables in the room; I lean against one of them, as far away from Holiday as physically possible in such a tiny space. She crosses her arms and waits for an answer, but my tortured mind has nothing to offer. “I…I can’t…”
“Try me. I could believe anything after listening to Rex.”
I can feel my extremities going numb. I knew leaving Rex alone with her was a bad idea. Now what the hell has he stirred up? “And just what did Rex tell you?” I try to steady my voice, but there’s no hiding the fear bubbling to the surface.
Rex shrugs. “I told her that we were lovers.” He says it so matter-of-factly, my heart nearly stops from the shock.
“What?!”
“Tell me he’s joking, Six.” Holiday approaches me, stopping just inches from my face. I can feel her eyes burning through the green tint of my protective shades. “Well?”
With my back against the table, I’ve nowhere to run. I have no excuses, no words to make this right. I can’t even open my mouth to speak. Silence is my answer.
She clasps her hand to her mouth. “Oh, god. It’s true, isn’t it?” Her eyes grow wide; she blinks them several times, as if forcing back tears. “Fuck, I’m such a fool for not seeing it!” Holiday begins pacing the room, her boots clicking loudly. “All the little gestures and whisperings and those goddamn biometric readings—teenage hormones, my ass! What the fuck is wrong with me?!”
“C’mon, Doc, don’t beat yourself up over it.” Rex stands and tries to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, but she angrily brushes it off.
Her face is now seething with rage. She turns to me and shouts, “How long, Six? How long has this been going on?”
“A little over six months,” Rex replies. “Look, it’s not like we could just come out right away—”
“Rex, be quiet!” she snaps. He immediately takes a step backward, knocking the stool over with a loud clatter. As he rushes to right it, Holiday turns her anger back to me. “Well? What have you got to say for yourself?”
What do I say to her? On the rare occasions that I did consider what would happen if we were caught, I always had a stash of lies stockpiled in the back of my brain. But now, there isn’t so much as a speck to be found. My mind is a complete blank; my words like weights hanging in the back of my throat. “I…I’m sorry.” I can’t manage to produce anything else other than a baseless apology.
“That’s it?” Her voice creaks as it grows louder. I can only hope that the room is soundproof. “I expected more from you, Six. What the hell were you thinking?!” She waves a dismissive hand. “Oh wait, that’s right—you weren’t.”
Rex jumps to my defense, unsuccessfully trying to step between the two of us. “You can’t blame this all on Six, Doc. We’re both in love—”
Holiday spins to face him, her cheeks turning ghostly white as she screams. “Sure, you’re ‘in love,’ you’re ‘in love,’” she mocks. “What the hell would you know?!”
“I know enough—”
“Then you should’ve known not to let him sleep with you!”
“Stop! Both of you!” Rex and Holiday turn, startled by my sudden outburst. Even I’m shocked at the sound of my own voice. My head throbs from listening to all the shouting and insults. I try my best to massage the pain from my forehead. I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to be in this situation. What else can I do? “You’re right,” I tell her. “This is entirely my fault. I’m the adult here; I should’ve shown some restraint.”
“Restraint? Christ, Six, I told you to relate to him, not fuck him!”
“I know. I…I acted irresponsibly. It was unlike me.”
Holiday clenches her fists in frustration. “For fuck’s sake, he’s more than half your age! Did you throw your morals out the goddamn window?!” The room seems to shake from her fury.
Rex steps beside me. When he speaks, his voice is tense. “Six, what are you guys talking about?”
“Shut up, Rex!” she interjects. “Don’t ever come to me for advice again, Six. You’ll just fuck things up even more.”
“Six!” Rex pleads, tugging on my sleeve
I turn my eyes to the ground, unable to face him. “I…” I can’t keep this up; this is something I have to do. “I had a temporary lapse in judgment; it won’t happen again.” I say it to the both of them, though in reality it’s more directed at myself.
Instantly, I see a change in his demeanor. He returns to the innocent boy I thought I knew. “So that’s it, huh?” His words spill out like a trembling stream. “We were just some unfortunate accident?”
“Rex,” I sigh, gazing into his wounded eyes. I expect the weight to lift from my chest, but it only grows heavier. Still, it’s too late to stop now. “I’m sorry, Rex. What happened between us was never supposed to happen.”
“Yeah, well it happened,” he yells. “And now you’re saying you regret it?”
“I never meant to—”
“Why don’t you man up and take responsibility?”
“Rex, please—” I reach for him, but he shoves me away. I stumble into the table, my back hitting the hard edge.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” he shrieks. “You think it’s fun to fuck around with my feelings? Like I’m someone you can just screw and then throw away? Goddammit, Six, take some responsibility for what you’ve done. I fucking fell in love with you! And that means nothing, right? If you never cared about me, then why didn’t you tell me?”
“Rex, just listen to me, please—”
“No. I’m done here.” He storms to the exit, but pauses just beyond it. Turning around, he shouts for the entire lab to hear, “You can go fuck yourself, Six, because I’m not doing it anymore!” I can just barely make out the tears in his eyes as he runs off.
My first instinct is to chase after him—to take responsibility, as Rex had called it—but Holiday growls my name, making me freeze before I can take more than two steps.
“Six! I’m not done with you yet!”
Her voice drones on in the background, yelling, judging and condemning. All I can focus on at the moment is the blur of red streaking across the lab. Guilty and helpless, all I can do is watch him leave. It’s over, I tell myself. Whatever comes next, be happy that it’s over.
After halfheartedly listening to Holiday scold me, I wander the halls for some time, trying to lose myself in the crowds of faceless agents. I want to get as far away from the memory of this morning as possible. Though Rex is nowhere to be seen, his image is still fresh in my head, the pain of betrayal plastered across his face. They think I’m a terrible person, and they’re right. The negative thoughts are inescapable.
The day crawls by slowly. I don’t feel much like working, nor do I have an appetite for lunch. Instead, I head back to my room, deciding that I’d rather hide from the world for the time being. The empty darkness is exactly what I need right now.
Once inside, I remove my shoes and jacket and lie down on the bed. The sheets are still a mess from this morning, but I don’t entirely care. I fixate on the stillness around me, hoping that it will help my mind relax. When that doesn’t work, I attempt to reason with myself.
You won’t have to put up with his whims anymore.
But I miss him.
Stop tormenting yourself; it had to be done.
But I hurt him.
He’s young, he’ll get over it. Having your heart broken is a part of life.
But whose heart did I break?
I just don’t know.
My eyes feel heavy all of a sudden; I take off my shades and roll over onto my side, on top of something hard. The object is long and cylindrical. I dig it out from underneath me to give it a closer look, and recognize it immediately. It’s the tantō I had given Rex for his sixteenth birthday.
He must’ve returned it while I was still with Holiday. I grasp the handle and pull gently, revealing the short yet brilliant blade. “Whether for good or ill, our fates will follow the same path.” Those were the words I had spoken when I bequeathed it to him—a promise that I would always be by his side. But now I’m all alone, clutching the cold sheath to my chest. I wipe at the tears stinging my eyes.
Shit, Rex, what have I done?
Why did I say those things? What made me think that I could so easily forget the softness of our mouths melting together? Or the way he felt wrapped in my embrace, our warm bodies resting peacefully after a long night of giving in to passion? Rex knew what he felt from the start; why did it take me so long to figure it out?
I jerk upright, my heart pounding like mad.
I have to find Rex.
“Rex, I need to talk—” But when the door to his room opens, I’m shocked into silence by the utter chaos before me. Clothes and personal items are strewn everywhere, posters are torn from the walls—it looks like a bomb went off.
Various programs and intervals of static eerily flicker across the flat screen TV. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of Bobo lounging on Rex’s bed, channel-surfing with a bored look on his face. “A thousand channels and nothin’s ever on, am I right?” His eyes remain glued to the screen as he says this.
“Where’s Rex? He hasn’t been answering his communicator.”
“He’s gone, loverboy. Says he ain’t comin’ back, neither. He pauses for a moment on a wrestling match, then quickly switches to a reality show featuring teenagers partying at a nightclub. “Eh, this’ll work,” he mutters to himself before turning to me. “I tried talkin’ some sense into him, but he wasn’t hearin’ it.” Bobo shakes his head. “Teenage hormones, I tell ya.”
“I swear, if I hear that phrase one more time—”
“Hey!” He tosses the remote aside, and with a quick swing of his legs, he’s standing on top of the bed, his one good eye shooting knives at me. “Don’t go takin’ your anger out on me just because you can’t keep a boyfriend!”
I raise my eyebrow. “What the hell are you babbling about?”
“Look, I didn’t fall from no banana tree; I know what you two have been doin’.” Bobo holds up his hands and makes an obscene gesture. “Ehh? Am I right?” he laughs.
Filthy fucking ape. I sigh, shaking my head. “Bobo, I don’t have time—”
“Y’know, I told him he was better off. I can imagine how boring it must’ve been gettin’ fucked by a frigid jerk like you.”
My fingers twitch; I resist the urge to pull out my katanas. “How long ago did he leave?”
He shrugs. “An hour, maybe?”
Shit. He’s got a decent head start. I consider asking Holiday to track him for me, but my head can only take so much screaming in one day. I’d rather find Rex on my own. Besides, this is my responsibility.
As I hurry out of the room, I hear Bobo shout behind me, “Hey! In the off chance ya do find the kid, remind him that he promised me I could have his bed, and I ain’t intendin’ on givin’ it back!”
It doesn’t take me long to find Rex; there are only so many pizza and burger joints in the surrounding area. As I drive by, I spot him sitting by the window at a shabby-looking place called Luigi’s Bistro, chatting with a red-headed waitress in a bandana. I make sure to park the car a few blocks away from the restaurant, so as not to arouse any suspicion. But as I round the corner, I catch a glimpse of Rex careening down the street in his “Rex Ride," the angry waitress shouting after him.
“Get your ass back here and pay me! I am not chasing you in these heels!”
“Rex, wait!” I run as fast as I can, keeping my eyes on his blurred form in the distance. As I pass her, the waitress grabs at my jacket; I hear her stumbling behind me as the fabric slips from her grasp.
“Hey, green man!”
I turn and shoot her an annoyed glance. “What?”
She steadies herself and adjusts the black bandana on her head, her heels tapping on the pavement. “I don’t know if you know this, but your son-of-a-bitch friend there skipped out on his bill. So either you pay me now, or I’ll find your car and make you pay later.”
Grumbling, I pull out my wallet and hand her a $50 bill. “Keep the change,” I mutter under my breath.
She tucks the money beneath her bandana, eyeing me curiously. “You supposed to be a CIA agent or something?”
“I don’t have time to talk—”
“Oh, I got it! I bet you’re with Providence, right?” The waitress points in the direction Rex went. “Is that guy an EVO?”
I sigh and attempt to walk away, but she grabs my arm. “Miss, do you have anything relevant to contribute? Because I’m in a hurry here.”
She winks at me, her blue eyes twinkling. “Look, as much as I hate my job, my boss would probably have a coronary if this place got raided by Providence. So I guess I should tell you that you might wanna check near the railroad tracks for that EVO. You know, near the 54th Street bridge? He mentioned something about ‘going hobo’ and hopping a train. They come about every hour.”
No time for words, I nod my thanks and hurry off. Behind me, the girl yells out, “Yo, green man! When you’re kicking his ass, tell him Amera sent you!”
The loudmouthed waitress is right; as I cross the bridge at 54th Street, I spy Rex by the tracks below, kicking some stones around. I climb down the nearby embankment as stealthily as possible. I haven’t had to chase Rex down like this since his early teenage years, when his idea of rebellion was hot-wiring a transport tank to go cruising for babes and burgers. Those days, I could do without.
When Rex hears my feet hit the gravel, he turns. “Oh, it’s you. Are you and Holiday keeping tabs on me now?” he sneers.
I approach him with caution. “I came on my own, Rex. Because—”
“—Whatever you’re thinking, you can just forget it,” he cuts in. “I’m not going back to Providence. Shit, I would’ve been miles away by now if I could hold my builds for more than a few minutes at a time.” He kicks up a cloud of dust that lingers in the hot, stagnant air. “I’m just too goddamned upset to focus.”
“I know. It’s all my fault.” Despite the burning rage in his face, I press on, unafraid. “I want to apologize. I was wrong about us…about everything. Please forgive me and come back home. I—”
“You think I give a fuck about your guilt, Six? Do you know what it’s like to lose someone you love?”
Did I truly know how Rex was feeling? I think back to my days growing up with One, the man I’d wished would be more than just a father figure. And then there was Knight, whose lips I’d wanted to kiss so badly but to whom I could never seem to get close enough. Could it even be considered love if it was one-sided? My chest feels heavy; when I inhale, it feels like I’m being crushed beneath a ton of dirt. “I—Maybe. I don’t want to find out now.”
Rex clenches his fists, nanites surging through his arms. “You threw me away, and now you think you can just have me back? Fuck you, Six! Just leave me alone!”
I step forward, stretching out my hand to him. “I’m not leaving unless you’re with me.”
“What don’t you understand, Six? I’m not coming! I never want to see you again!” With a deep growl, Rex activates the nanites in his right arm, releasing his Big Fat Sword. He points it threateningly in my face. “I mean it, Six. Just go.”
“Not without you.”
Rex raises his sword, poising for attack. I stand, unflinching, waiting for him to inevitably come to his senses.
But the blade comes down first.
Had my reflexes been anything but razor-sharp, I would’ve been sliced in two. I drop to the ground and manage to roll out of the way at the very last second; the tip of the sword crashes into the dirt just a few feet from me. Stunned from Rex’s attack, I stagger to my feet, leaning against the wall of the underpass for balance. I glance back over at Rex as he raises his weapon a second time.
“Comprende, Six? You think this is some game?” He strikes the bridge wall with a loud Clang! “Now leave!”
I can barely steady my breathing. Rex looks fit to kill me—he nearly just did. But there’s no way I’m going to give up. “Stop it, Rex. I don’t want to fight you. I just want to talk.”
“It’s too late for that!” He swings fast; I can hear the swoosh of the blade penetrating the air around me as I duck. Rex is quick on the rebound, slicing a second time. I have no choice but to engage my katanas. CLASH! Metal slams into metal as I block his strike. The screeching noise of our blades sliding against one another is deafening.
Rex is weak from struggling to keep his nanites under control. I lightly shove him backwards, causing him to stumble a bit. Though I could easily overpower him, I have to remind myself to take it easy. I want Rex to come with me of his own volition.
It only takes a moment for him to regain his footing. He lunges at me, his sword striking dead air as I skirt past. Wildly, he swings again and again. My arms are growing tired from maintaining my passive fighting stance. This senselessness has to end soon. “Please, Rex! Just listen to me! I care about you too much to let you go!”
“Liar! You never cared about me! You only cared about yourself!”
Swords crash together like lips crashing—bodies crashing—into one another. Memories of the two of us rattle around in my head. Rex, how can I get through to you?
I push him harder this time; his foot hits the edge of the railroad track and he tumbles over. No sooner does he hit the ground than he’s back up again, scowling and brandishing his weapon. I take several steps back, bracing myself against the wall. I fight to catch my breath, sweat dripping from my face; I can’t do this anymore.
“Give it up, Six,” Rex gasps, his chest heaving from exhaustion. “I’ll break you.”
“You broke me a long time ago!” I shout.
Then, everything seems to happen in slow-motion. Rex is charging forward, rays of sunlight playing off his sword as it travels through the air toward me. The katanas slip from my hands and clatter to the ground, their dull metal sound echoing off the walls around us. I feel something hot against my face and then, bit by bit, the green veil in front of my eyes falls away, revealing a bright blue afternoon sky. I gaze over at Rex, watching calmly as his sword seems to disintegrate, pieces of orange and gray tinkling to the earth below.
It’s Rex’s sudden screams that bring me back to reality.
“Six! SIX!” He springs forward and wraps his arms around me, hot tears staining my jacket. “Why didn’t you dodge?! Why didn’t you dodge?!” He repeats those words over and over, burying his face in my neck.
There’s a dull ache growing in my head. I glance over his shoulder and notice my shades lying on the ground, the earpiece cut clean off. Dazedly, I raise my hand to my face, my fingertips sliding through a stream of blood on my left cheek. At once, I feel an intense stinging in my upper arm. I reach over and gingerly touch the damp, tattered threads on my left shoulder, groaning at the searing pain caused by just a brush of my fingers. The “tears” I’d thought Rex had been crying was, in reality, blood. I can already feel the warm liquid traveling down my chest. Reflexively, I press my hand to the wound to control the bleeding.
Rex cries uncontrollably, mumbling, “I’m sorry, oh fuck, I’m so sorry!” He squeezes me tightly; I allow my body to rest in his embrace, placing all my weight on him. My legs are shaking from shock; I can barely stand as it is.
If I had been honest with myself from the start, this never would have happened. It’s time I let my heart speak. “Rex, I’m sorry,” I whisper into his ear. “I’m just a selfish coward. I was so afraid of getting hurt; I never considered how much I’d been hurting you. I thought—” Tears spill down my face, stinging the cut on my cheek. “I thought if I kept denying my feelings, they would just disappear like they’d never even existed. I was wrong. It’s just that...no one has ever loved me back.” Softly, I kiss the side of his neck. “Please forgive me. I want you to come home. I can’t imagine my life without you.”
Rex nods, gently pulling back. His clothes are covered in my blood. “Can you stand for a minute?” he asks, using the back of his glove to wipe the tears from his face. “I’ll see if I can get us out of here.”
Before he lets go, I lean in and plant a kiss on his forehead. “Just concentrate, Rex. I know you can do it.” A train whistles far off in the distance. Leaning down, Rex picks up my katanas and hands them to me; I quickly retract the blades and slide them back into the specially-designed holsters inside my sleeves. The stabbing pain in my shoulder grows worse with each movement.
He steps a safe distance away from me, focusing all his energy on the nanites in his legs. The lines in his pants begin to glow blue, and in a flash, his lower body transforms into the Rex Ride. He pulls down his orange goggles and gestures for me to hop on. “Think you can hang on?” he asks. “We gotta get you back to base fast.”
The bleeding at my shoulder has slowed somewhat, the matted fabric of my shirt serving as a makeshift bandage. I sit behind him, carefully wrapping my arms around his waist. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
As he speeds away, Rex shouts back, “Like hell I’m not gonna worry! I already almost killed you once today!”
I laugh to myself, giving Rex a quick squeeze. Though my body aches, my heart feels light and hopeful. I press my lips against his ear and whisper, “Aishiteru, Rex.”
“Huh?” He turns his head slightly. “What’s that?”
“It’s Japanese.”
“But I don’t speak any Japanese, Six.”
“I know.” I smile and rest my head against his back, watching the world race by in a blur of colors and sounds.

[[end of chapter six]]
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