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imagine you have one, singular friend but you don’t realize it until, oh — right around the time you betray him and make him hate you forever. then it’s too late. you find yourself a pawn for a government that isn’t even your own and at night, sometimes, you still remember how he used to look at you: his eyes clear, and easy, and so, so blue.
now he’s responsible for half the bruises you’ve ever had; he takes your arm, your dignity, your heart. he can have them. you never had much use for your body anyway; you’re tired of dragging around dead weight.
the years roll by. you help him, you fail him, he puts his hands on you, lather-rinse-repeat, until finally, cornered like the rat you are, you die — because someone thought you were going to kill him.
“but I already did that,” you want to protest, “a long, long time ago.”
you wish he had been the one to pull the trigger.
dasvidaniya, he says in your dead ear. until we meet again.
his hope is the very last thing to ever touch you.
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