Attempt love, attempt suicide

I shouldnt. Just to see you suffer. Lmao jk

 

Not sure how long until I update again. Or if I ever will....
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.-. I don't care right now ask me in twenty years when maybe I get my horse back

 

I wrote a little. Like a sentence. Just cant think straight.

 

I'll be fine give me a day or two.

 

We follow the crowds in silence. That's one of the things I've always like about Stephen, if I wanna be quiet I can. We quickly find the sub to New York. It isn't hard, there's lots of men carrying brief cases in suits coming off. We know the drill, Stephen and I head to the end cart, the least crowded.
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The tram cart lurches to a creaky halt. "Now will you stop," Stephen asks a bit irritated.
"Yes...," I say with a sigh. I had been tapping on the glass as I do when we go somewhere new.
"Thanks," he says, finger combing his wavy brown hair. I nod and bend down to undo the clasps holding his wheel chair in place. Unlike the others, these unclasp smoothly. Must be used more often, I think.
"Done down there," Steve asks, looking down at me.