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I choke harder, and when I open my eyes, I can’t see her face. That’s the oxymoron, you see. Everything else is painfully vivid and sweltering, but even trapped in the snakepit of my memories, her face is not there.
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A fic about what James quietly carries on his shoulders.
Bookmarked by touchtoneolive
16 Nov 2019

