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The panic and adrenaline of the evening are beginning to subside, and I feel the anger setting in. Because what if Tori hadn’t called? How long have things been like this?
Six months ago we had sat, facing each other, and you promised me you would tell me if you ever felt that way again. And I know it's not your fault, logically, but my heart is still broken. Because if you can not tell me, and you can not tell your sister, who can you tell? And if you tell no one, will it be too late next time?