“I think someday you’ll hate me.” Thomas’s voice stretched with a loneliness Andrew had never heard before. “You’ll cut me open and find a garden of rot where my heart should be.”
Andrew let the silence sharpen between them, waited until Thomas’s breath caught in quiet anguish from being made to wait.
“When I cut you open,” Andrew finally said, “all I’ll find is that we match.”😭
— Feb 16, 2026 08:00PM
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