It’s the end of the day.
I feel, big fucking surprise, very split on it all.
He told me not to worry about where it came from, only to worry about what I would put it toward.
Easy for him to say. He didn’t even need it. I’m not sure if he ever needed it.
I wasn’t going to put it toward anything. Quite the opposite, actually, I was going to put it toward nothing. He could go fuck himself.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out what I knew he was expecting in return, a small locket emptied just a couple days before.
It was a fairly easy trade, physically, but mentally it shook us both.
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