Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap tap. Tap. Cole reaches over, placing his hand on top of mine to settle the drumming of my fingers. Playfully, I struggle against him until he wraps my hand completely up in his, interlocking our fingers. I should be focusing on how I won’t be seeing him for a few days—the longest we’ve been apart since I temporarily joined up with the United Militia—but I’m too excited to sit still. Will the world be different now? I know as well as anyone how quickly everything can change. Whatever is out there, I want to see it for myself. I want to know that the ruins of the world I grew up in are still there, waiting for me. Before it gets any worse. Because the other thing I know now is that, no matter what you imagine rock bottom to be, things can always get so much worse. Once upon a time, getting turned down by Samuel Rivers was the worst thing I could have imagined for myself.
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