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startlingly cold palms on my skin that make me gasp. Romy. Longing fills me, even though she’s right here. “Hey,” I say, turning off the water and leaning on the sink as her hands slide around to my stomach and pull tight.
“Hey,” she says as she molds her body against my back. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
I look over my shoulder at her and frown. She looks thrashed. Her eyes are squeezed closed and her cheek is pressed to my shoulder blade. I dry my hands on a cloth and her arms loosen just enough to let me turn, but then she’s mashed herself to my chest. “Are you all right?” I cradle her head, hoping she doesn’t mind the smell of turpentine that’s probably coming off me in waves.
“Not really,” she says, her voice strained. “I—
 My phone starts to ring. Romy stiffens and pulls away as I fish it from my pocket and see it’s Katie. I close my eyes and grit my teeth. Not now, I want to shout. “Hello?”
“When are you getting home?” she asks, sounding out of breath.
I look down at Romy, who seems pale and exhausted and shaky. Something’s wrong. “I might be a while.”
“What? No, Cabe, I … I bought some razorblades from the drugstore today. I couldn’t help it.”
My blood turns icy, making me shiver. “You what?” I whisper.
Her voice turns high and childlike. Panicky. “I’m just … I’m just …” She starts to cry. Fuck. My sister is at home with a bunch of fucking razors.
“Did you cut yourself? Are you bleeding?”
Romy takes an unsteady step backward, her eyes wide.
“N-no, not yet, but—”
“Katie,” I say calmly, even though my heart is thundering against my ribs. “I want you to take them out to the dumpster and toss them in. Can you do that for me?”
“I don’t know,” she says between sobs. “Cabe, I can’t stop all these memories. Every time I close my eyes, he’s there. I want to cut him out of me.”
I grip the edge of the sink, wanting to slam my fist into something. “I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I say. “Can you stay where you are until then? Ten minutes. I promise.”
“Okay,” she whispers. 
I jam my phone into my pocket and look back at Romy.
“I guess I’ll talk to you later,” she says quietly.
There are so many things I want to say to her. So many things. We’ll figure this out. I’m sorry. Help me. Forgive me. “Let me handle this, and then I’ll call you.”
“Sure,” she whispers, and the helpless, sad sound of it holds me in place. She looks like she’s about to shatter.
“Before I leave, tell me what’s happened,” I say. “I know something’s—”
“Go,” she says. “You promised her you’d be there in ten minutes, and it takes that long to drive it.” She gently tugs my arm to get me moving for the door. “Go.”
I do, because I have to. But it feels like I’m leaving my heart behind.
 
I stride up the hall toward Romy’s apartment, my throat tight. Her phone is off, and it’s been hours since I saw her, pale and shaken and needing to hold on to me. I’ve been dying to get back to her ever since I walked away, but when I made it to my apartment, I found Katie there with her razors, and after one look at her, I knew I had to take her to the hospital. She’s dealing with all this traumatic shit, and the holiday season is absolute hell on her already. And I get it—I hate this time of year, too. The only thing that’s made it okay for me is Romy, and knowing we’re going to her parents’, but now I’m wondering if I can go. Katie’s going to be discharged a few days before we’re supposed to leave.
I knock at Romy’s door. It’s after eleven, but I know she stays up late. When the door swings open, though, it’s not Romy standing there.
It’s Jude. His jaw is tight as he says, “About time you showed up.”
I glance past him, expecting to see Romy, but the only other person in the living room is a lean guy with brown hair shot through with gray. “Where is she?” I ask, more worried than ever.
Jude pulls the door open, his voice soft but sharp as a blade. “Sleeping. Finally. I gave her one of my Xanax.”
I step into the apartment. Her bedroom door is closed. “Did something happen to her?”
Jude looks like he wants to punch me. “I’m not sure you deserve to know.”
Rage flares inside my chest and I take a quick step toward him. “Don’t play games with me,” I growl. “I’m so fucking tired of games. Just tell me.” Goddammit. My fists clench, and my eyes burn. I left her at the co-op. Fucking walked away. I should have at least stayed and made her tell me what had happened.
The guy in the living room comes to stand next to Jude. “I’m guessing you’re Caleb,” he says. “I’m Eric. And please forgive my boyfriend. He’s had a rough night.” He takes Jude by the hand and gives him a gentle shove toward the couch before turning back to me. “Romy had a little run-in with her ex today, and—”
“What?” The heat of my rage becomes a cold sweat in a fraction of a second. “Did he hurt her?” I can’t believe this. I thought he was gone.
“No, but it confirmed her fears that he’s been stalking her.”
I blink at him. “Wait—what?” I look back and forth between Jude and Eric.

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terkesiap palms mengejutkan dingin pada kulit saya yang membuat saya. Romy. Kerinduan mengisi saya, meskipun dia adalah di sini. "Hei," kataku, mematikan air dan bersandar pada wastafel sebagai tangannya geser sekitar untuk perutku dan tarik ketat."Hei," katanya seperti dia cetakan tubuhnya terhadap punggung saya. "Saya sangat senang Anda di sini."Saya Cari over my shoulder padanya dan kerutan. Dia tampak thrashed. Matanya diperas ditutup dan pipi nya ditekan untuk bahu saya. Saya mengeringkan tangan pada kain dan lengannya melonggarkan cukup untuk membiarkan saya mengubah, tetapi kemudian ia telah dihaluskan dirinya ke dada saya. "Apakah Anda saja?" Saya dudukan kepalanya, berharap dia tidak keberatan bau terpentin yang mungkin datang dari saya dalam gelombang."Tidak benar-benar," katanya, suaranya tegang. "Saya — Telepon saya mulai untuk ring. Romy menegang dan menarik diri saya ikan dari saku dan lihat itu Katie. Aku memejamkan mata dan menggertakkan gigi. Tidak sekarang, saya ingin berteriak. "Halo?""Kapan kau mendapatkan rumah?" Dia bertanya, terdengar kehabisan napas.Saya melihat ke bawah pada Romy, yang tampaknya pucat dan kelelahan dan gemetar. Sesuatu salah. "Aku mungkin sementara.""Apa? Tidak, Cabe, saya... Aku membeli beberapa razorblades dari apotek hari ini. Saya tidak bisa membantu."Darah saya berubah es, membuat saya merinding. "Anda apa?" Saya berbisik.Suara-Nya berubah tinggi dan kekanak-kanakan. Panik. "Aku hanya... Aku hanya... " Dia mulai menangis. Persetan. Kakak saya adalah di rumah dengan sekelompok sialan pisau cukur.“Did you cut yourself? Are you bleeding?”Romy takes an unsteady step backward, her eyes wide.“N-no, not yet, but—”“Katie,” I say calmly, even though my heart is thundering against my ribs. “I want you to take them out to the dumpster and toss them in. Can you do that for me?”“I don’t know,” she says between sobs. “Cabe, I can’t stop all these memories. Every time I close my eyes, he’s there. I want to cut him out of me.”I grip the edge of the sink, wanting to slam my fist into something. “I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I say. “Can you stay where you are until then? Ten minutes. I promise.”“Okay,” she whispers. I jam my phone into my pocket and look back at Romy.“I guess I’ll talk to you later,” she says quietly.There are so many things I want to say to her. So many things. We’ll figure this out. I’m sorry. Help me. Forgive me. “Let me handle this, and then I’ll call you.”“Sure,” she whispers, and the helpless, sad sound of it holds me in place. She looks like she’s about to shatter.“Before I leave, tell me what’s happened,” I say. “I know something’s—”“Go,” she says. “You promised her you’d be there in ten minutes, and it takes that long to drive it.” She gently tugs my arm to get me moving for the door. “Go.”I do, because I have to. But it feels like I’m leaving my heart behind. Aku melangkah ke lorong menuju Romy's apartment, tenggorokan saya ketat. Telepon dimatikan, dan sudah jam sejak aku melihatnya, pucat dan terguncang dan perlu untuk berpegang pada saya. Aku sudah sekarat untuk mendapatkan kembali padanya sejak saya berjalan pergi, tetapi ketika saya dibuat untuk apartemen saya, saya menemukan Katie tidak dengan pisau cukur nya, dan setelah satu melihat dia, aku tahu aku harus untuk membawanya ke rumah sakit. Dia adalah berurusan dengan semua omong kosong ini traumatis, dan musim liburan sudah mutlak neraka pada dirinya. Dan aku mendapatkannya-aku benci kali ini tahun, terlalu. Satu-satunya hal yang telah membuatnya menjadi apa-apa bagi saya adalah Romy, dan mengetahui kita akan orangtuanya, tapi sekarang aku bertanya-tanya jika aku bisa pergi. Katie akan dibuang beberapa hari sebelum kita harus meninggalkan.Saya mengetuk di pintu penampilan Romy. Setelah sebelas tahun, tapi aku tahu dia tinggal sampai akhir. Ketika pintu terbuka ayunan, meskipun, hal ini tidak Romy berdiri di sana.Ini adalah Yudas. Rahang beliau ketat saat ia mengatakan, "tentang waktu Anda muncul."Aku melirik melewatinya, berharap untuk melihat Romy, tetapi hanya orang lain di ruang tamu adalah seorang pria kurus dengan rambut cokelat menembak melalui dengan abu-abu. "Mana Apakah dia?" Saya bertanya, lebih khawatir daripada sebelumnya.Yudas menarik pintu terbuka, nya suara lembut tapi sebagai pisau yang tajam. "Tidur. Akhirnya. Aku memberinya salah satu Xanax saya."Aku melangkah ke apartemen. Tutup pintu kamar tidur. "Melakukan sesuatu terjadi padanya?"Yudas tampak seperti dia ingin memukul saya. "Saya tidak yakin Anda layak untuk tahu."Rage flares inside my chest and I take a quick step toward him. “Don’t play games with me,” I growl. “I’m so fucking tired of games. Just tell me.” Goddammit. My fists clench, and my eyes burn. I left her at the co-op. Fucking walked away. I should have at least stayed and made her tell me what had happened.The guy in the living room comes to stand next to Jude. “I’m guessing you’re Caleb,” he says. “I’m Eric. And please forgive my boyfriend. He’s had a rough night.” He takes Jude by the hand and gives him a gentle shove toward the couch before turning back to me. “Romy had a little run-in with her ex today, and—”“What?” The heat of my rage becomes a cold sweat in a fraction of a second. “Did he hurt her?” I can’t believe this. I thought he was gone.“No, but it confirmed her fears that he’s been stalking her.”I blink at him. “Wait—what?” I look back and forth between Jude and Eric.