Abigail was often impulsive by nature, so she quite rarely contemplated the consequences until it was far too late. Now, however, she could sense her mistake, and her cheeks grew hot as she curled her arms around herself.

“Don’t make it weird,” she warned. “I just... Sometimes you need to reach out to someone else, you know? Even in a physical way.”

20. My Muse Grabs Your Muse’s Wrists

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It was cold. Despite the winter months, Abigail had insisted on meeting Will down in the courtyard, no longer desirous of being kept cooped up inside. His confession brought a sudden, startled jolt to her heart.

Warily, Abigail turned toward Will and assessed his profile. “Have you seen a doctor?” she asked. “I know men are weird about doctors, and like…they never go -- my dad certainly didn’t -- but maybe you should.”

The unspoken insinuation was clear. She had always wondered if medicine could have saved her father, but now, she supposed, it was pointless to speculate.

Frowning, Abigail removed her right glove and held out her hand, hesitating a moment before laying her palm flat against Will’s brow. His skin felt clammy to the touch, but not the fire engine level of heat she had been expecting. “You’re warm,” she allowed, “but that might just be because I’m freezing…”

Chewing her lip, Abigail lowered her hand and shrank away from him. She contemplated on how to best word her question – on how to be as unoffensive and tactful as possible. “Will?” She swallowed, now slipping her glove back onto her shaking hand. “Since you don’t feel like yourself… Why do you think that is? Like…do you think maybe you could hurt or kill someone?”