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౨ৎ　୨˚̣̣̣୧　୨୧　੭୧　೨౿　ೀ　𝜗ৎ　𖧁୧
ꪆ୧　೨୧　୨ৎ　𝜗౿　𑄽𑄺　᧔᧓　𝒢𑄺　𝜗𝜚　𝜗ৎ

⦃ ⦄　⦅ ⦆　⦇ ⦈　⦉ ⦊　⧼ ⧽　﹙ ﹚　﹛ ﹜
﹝ ﹞　𓆩 𓆪　꒰ ꒱　ཐི ཋྀ　ପ ଓ　⊱⊰
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𓎟　𓎡　𓎢　✿　❀　｡　˚　˳　∘　◡
◠　ᴗ　ᴖ　╭　╯　╰　╮　⟢　⟣　⟡　❛
❜　❝　❞　☆　★　✦　⋆　✰　✮　✩　✧
𓈒　₊　⁺　ʚ　ɞ　⁾　₍　₎　⁽　𓂃　♡　♥︎
⌣　　⌢　⠀╬⠀╪　⌓　†　⏖　⊹　✙　✚　⦂
†⃨⃰ 　⠀།† ‧̍̊ ི 　⠀⦅ྐ✚͜͡⦆

◞◟◝◜⠀˚. ˖ ۫⠀♱◌⠀𖥟⠀·͙⠀𖧧̣̥⠀𖥨᩠ׄ݁⠀༢ུ⠀𓉳
◟ ͜ ◞⠀◜ ͡ ◝

⊃ ⠀◌ ⠀┄⠀ 𝒢 ⠀◞⠀ ⁺⠀ ⥰ ⠀𓍢 ⠀𓂃 ⠀𓂅 ⠀𓏲 ⠀ᴗ⠀ᴖ⠀﹒⠀♰⠀♱⠀☆⠀★⠀✦⠀✰⠀˚⠀｡⠀。⠀˳⠀﹐⠀†⠀┄⠀𓂅⠀⊂⠀⊃⠀∪⠀⋂⠀✿⠀―⠀﹢⠀﹘⠀𓈊⠀𓎟⠀𓎡⠀◠⠀◡⠀ᶻz⠀╰⠀╮⠀╭⠀╯⠀◞⠀ ◟⠀◜⠀◝⠀ıllı⠀ꜝ⠀⚢⠀⚣⠀⚥⠀₊⠀𝜗𝜚⠀﹫⠀♩⠀𓏲⠀𝄢⠀∿⠀⊰⠀⟡⠀⊹⠀ʬʬ⠀꜆⠀ ˘⠀➴⠀♪⠀═╪⠀⩇⠀︵⠀﹑⠀⇄⠀⇅⠀⇉⠀—⠀ꜜ⠀♫⠀⥰⠀⤷⠀◌⠀♡⠀♥︎⠀⦂⠀⋌⠀⋋⠀⁾⠀⟆⠀⬭⠀⬬⠀＞⠀＜⠀︿⠀⍵⠀﹙⠀﹚⠀⏆⠀🜲⠀❛⠀❜⠀➳⠀⿸⠀┈⠀⪩⠀⪨⠀➷⠀⌓⠀₎⠀⤹⠀✻⠀─⠀✾⠀⊢⠀⤶⠀﹏⠀❀⠀⫟⠀↶⠀⟡⠀▽⠀⑅⠀⏖⠀↺⠀↷⠀⁘⠀═╬⠀⟢⠀⸝⠀❝⠀❞⠀⿻⠀﹕©⠀━━╋━⠀✞⠀𝄞⠀╱⠀╲⠀⠀⌣⌣⠀⠀⌢⠀⠀♮⠀⁺⠀ꜛ⠀﹪⠀⚘⠀⭒⠀︶⠀✧⠀ᵎ⠀⭑⠀˒⠀˓⠀﹗⠀⁾⠀⏦⠀˼⠀𓏏⠀×⠀✮⠀✩⠀⧼⠀⧽⠀⩋⠀✺⠀𝜗𝒞⠀₍⠀✤⠀•⠀│⠀﹣⠀♬⠀𐐩⠀˛⠀➛⠀🝮⠀𓂂⠀⤾⠀❦⠀➥⠀☾⠀☽⠀𓈒⠀╬═⠀⬩⠀∬⠀〣⠀×⠀𐐪⠀ɞ⠀﹔⠀✸⠀𝛏⠀⨳⠀⏇⠀𓎟⠀𓎢⠀𓎡⠀𓎠⠀𓏏⠀𓌔⠀𝒢𝒞⠀𝜗𐑞⠀𝒢ϱ⠀𝜗⍴⠀𝒢℘⠀𝜕ℯ⠀
◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞　♡⃟͚̊　‧✧̣̥̇‧　𓃹　ᦸᩚ　꒰ꦼ　｡ﾟ　ᨳ᭬　྇　🂱　𓋫　︶　☾☽　✧　◞◟◝◜　◜ི◝ྀ　◝ྀ　ୢ˚.　˖ ۫　♱◌　𖥟　·͙　𖧧̣̥　𖥨᩠ׄ݁　ུᩧ　༢ུ　ྀུ　𓉳　໒ ᩧ꒱　໒ ᩧ　꒰ᩧ৯　꒰ᩧv৯　ཤ　ཥ　 ^ིྀ　♡ྀི　ꢆ　♡̶　♡ྀ　♡̷　♡̵　𝒢　𝒢𑄺　𐔌　꣓　ᘛ　ᘚ　𑣿ྀིྀ　◟ ͜ ◞　◜ ͡ ◝　♪　♩　♫　♬　𓏏𓏏　𓎟𓎟　†๋　†ั　꒰͡†　　☆　★　𖩤𖩣　𖩨　𖾞　𖾝　𖾜　𛱺　𛱻　𛱼　𝜗𝜚　𞥙　𑅛𑅫　𑐉　𑐈　𑒱　𑒲　𑙗　𑙙　𑙗𑙙　𑙑　𑙒　𑙕　𑚅　𑚮　𑜩　𑅝　𑅞　𑅕　𑅒　𑅫　𑅛　ꢸ　ꢹ　ꢶ　ꣀ　꣑　꣒　꣑꣒　ꦃ　ꦌ　꣑ꦌ　꧌　꧊　ꦿ　ꫂ　　︩　︪　𐏐　𐏑　𐨿　𐨠　᭟　᭕　᭔　ᭃ　ᭂ　ᬾ　ᬿ　ᬹ　ᬸ　⚸　❧　❦　⨢　⨥　⼎　、　〟　꒸　꒹　ꢷ　ु　ो　ऻ　२　६२　া　ໃ　ໃ𑄺　༑　༈　༬　༩　༳　༲　ႛ　ႚ　℘　꒰　꒱　꒰꒱　ཊ　ཉ　𑁘　𑁙　𑁚　𑁤　𑁥　𑁨　𑁩　𑁬　𑁭　𑁯　𑄻　ᓭི　ᓯྀ　✚　ᛪ༙　✚　ᛪ༙　𝄢　❀　　ꮽི　༏ྀ𑇒　ᩘ♱ྀི　𓉸ྀི　հ　𓍼　𓏲　༉　ℓ　　་།་　། ິ　꒦ີ　๑⃙⃘　⋟　⋞　ᓭི༏　༏ᓯྀ　༏　’　༘　˚　εϊз　𓋼　𓍊　◛　ꈊ　✚　ꗃ　ᩘ　❀　𓎟⠀　૮꒰ྀི　૮　꒱ྀིა　ა　૮ིྀ　ིྀა　┣▇▇▇═──　ℜ　ꈍ ᴗ ꈍ　ᐢ.ˬ. ᐢ　ᦲ ᆺ ᦲ　:‹　♡̵　❧⠀╳　✕　༻　༺　✁　✃　࿐　༊　ᶿ̴̤᷇ ˒̫ ᶿ̴̤᷆　†⃨　﹒　. ۫ ·　᧔᧓　˖ ࣪ㅤㅤꪮꫀ　⠀͡꒱　·̩͙　꒰͡𑁬　　ྀུ ࿐　﹒　ིྀ　　ˋૢ　ೃ࿔　‎ ִֶָ ᤴ　ཐི ཋྀ　ཐ ཋ　𓏴　𓏵　࿐　ꪮ𑁨　𑁥𑄺　𑁘 𑁙 𑁚 𑁤 𑁥 𑁦 𑁨 𑁩 𑁬 𑁭 𑁯 𑄻　𓏶　ృ　𓂂　　࿐ྂ。　๋　ั　ꪇ　ꪻ　ꪮ౿　𝜗౿　𑄽𑄺　ᤳ　♱　♰　✟　✞　✝︎　☨　†　┊　𓋜　．﹒　𐙚　೨౿　੭୧　౨ৎ　୨୧　୨˚̣̣̣୧　ꔫ　ꪆৎ　𖧁୧　౨୧　೨୧
୨ৎ　𓈒 ݂۫ ׄ　𓈒 ׄ　　̫　ೃ　ಌ　ʚ ɞ　ᜊ　໒　૮ ა　ణ ഒ　ᨳ ഒ　◜ ͡ ◝　◟ ͜ ◞　⑅　ೀ　𝜗ৎ　꒰ྀི　꒱ྀི　꒰ྀི ꒱ྀིིྀ　✎⠀⠀꒰⠀⠀꒱⠀⠀࿀⠀⠀౨ৎ⠀⠀︵⠀⠀Ⳋ⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀୨⠀⠀ೀ⠀⠀ꔫ⠀⠀〇⠀⠀⍰⠀⠀ര⠀⠀ᝪ⠀⠀ ೀ⠀⠀ױ⠀⠀♡𝅼 ⠀⠀๑⠀⠀୨୧⠀⠀꒪⠀⠀⟡⠀⠀✧⠀⠀✦⠀⠀ ꒩⠀⠀／⠀⠀✐⠀⠀᜴⠀⠀⠀⠀⃞⠀⠀⠀⠀⃝⠀✽⠀⠀ᰈ̠⠀⠀✩⠀⠀ꮼ⠀⠀ꮽ᤻⠀⠀▞⠀⠀⑇⠀⠀ᄶ⠀⠀⌒⠀⠀⌕⠀⠀‹𝟹⠀⠀ᄊ⠀⠀♡⃘ ⠀⠀⠀₊⠀⠀⠀˲˲⠀⠀ഒ⠀⠀᱖⠀⠀♡⃕⠀⠀✿𝆬⠀⠀￮⃘ ⠀⠀✩⃝ ⃝=͟͟͞ ✧⠀⠀♡⃞⠀ᜊ⠀⠀𖧧⠀⠀੭⠀⠀࿁⠀⠀˙⠀⠀˖⠀⠀ꕀ⠀⠀𓈒⠀⠀˙　𐙚　೨౿　੭୧　౨ৎ　୨୧　୨˚̣̣̣୧　ꔫ　ꪆৎ　𖧁୧　♡ ━╂　╬═　❁　𓊆 𓊇　𓌈　𓈀　ᕱ.ᕱ　࿔　ଓ　ઇ　ઉ　᧙　ᥐ　៸　໒　ː　՞　Ꮗ　ᴗ　•　❍　〔 〕　⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟　꧔　︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵　ᕱ୨♡୧ᕱ　𑁯　╰┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈╮　―　┄　│　┈　╱　╲　─　﹏　﹘　𓌔　═　︶　ꔫ　ꈍ　ε з　ଓ 　(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)　⸝⸝ ҂ 　∪ ⋂ ⋃⊂ ⊃　˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗ 　 ◣ ◥　ω　☆　ଲ　𐙚 . ˙ 𖧧 ₊ ˚ 　꒷︶꒷꒥꒷ 𝟅𝟈𝞋𝞎 𝝑𝝔 𝜗𝜚 𝛝𝛠 ϑϱ ꝯϱ 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝒞﹒ ˚ ｡ ⠀。 ˳ • ◌ ⬭ ⬬ 〇 𓂂 𓈒 𓎟𓎟 ✚ ✛ ✜ ♰ ♱ † ✞ ✟ ☥ ☨ ⸸ ═╪ ═╬ ━━╋━ ☆ ★ ✰ ✮ ✭ ✬ ✫ ✦ ✧ ⟡ ⊹ 𝅄 ⭒ ♡ ‹𝟹 ❥ ♥︎ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ 𝄞 ﹐ ꜝ ﹫ ⦂ ﹪ ﹔ ︖  𓂃 𓏲 ∿ ⊰ ❛ ❜ ⁘ ❝ ❞ © 𐐪ɞ 𝛏 ／ 𝇂 𐙚 ᶻz 𓈊 ⌓ ⑅ ⏦ ﹏ ✿ ❀ ❁ ✾ ❅ ✐ ⌕  ⸝ 𝇁𝇃 ıllı ﹘ ﹣ =͟͟͞  ⟅ıIIı⟆ “ ” „ ‟ ‘ ’ ‚ ‛ ᴗ ᴖ ⊂ ⊃ ∪ ⋂ ◠◠ ◡◡ ╰ ╮ ╭ ╯ ◞  ◟ ◜ ◝ ︵︵ ﹙ ﹚ ₍ ⁾ ₎ ⠀⌣⌣⠀ ⠀⌢⠀ ︶︶ ᵔ ⏑ ⏖ ˍ ⎯ ‒ ― ─ ─ ━ ┄ ┅ ┈ ┉ ╌ ╍ ➔ ➘ ➙ ➚ ➜ ➝ ➞ ⋆ ✰ ɞ ଘ ﹅ ՙ 𓄼 ｡ ✰ ⿻ ᕱ ⑅ ⌕ ◜ ◝ ◕ ◔ ⨾ ᕬ ꧔ ࿔ ✧ •᷄ࡇ•᷅ ୭✦ ♡ ˒˒ ، ꒦꒷ ᯽ ⋆ ✰ ɞ ଘ ﹅ ՙ 𓄼 ପ ᨳ 𖧧 ᨦ 𓂅 𓄹 ⍝ ﹆ ≀﹟ ‹𝟹 ៸៸ ✿𝆬 ৎ୭ ﹏ ੭ ໒〝 ҂ ִֶָ ꃋᴖꃋ 𖦹 ∞ ᘏ ᨒ 𖥻 ᠈ ꐑꗃᨵ𓈈 ⬫ 𓍯 ⩩ ♡̶！ ʾʾ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ՙ ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა . 𖣯 ⋆ ˖ ࣪ ! 𓈈𓂃⬫ ׂ ׅ 𓂃 ૮₍ ៸៸ ᵜ ก ₎ა ֶָ ׁ ❁̶ (●´⌓`●) ᘒ ˖˙‹𝟯 ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ◌ ⊹ 🍸 ◜｡ ࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 ⊹○ﾟ˖ 𓆦 ₊˚ ※  ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ 𖥦 ⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ 𓂃ˑ ֗ ˖⋆⑅˚₊ ۫ ⁎ .  𓏲࣪ ּ  ֗ ִ  ּ ۪  ⊹ 𓄹 ࣪ . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪﹒ʬʬ﹒⪩⪨﹒⟡﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒◖﹒⇅﹒○﹒✿﹒⊹﹒∇﹒✸﹒⟢﹒❀﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒♡﹒〇﹒ıllı﹒ᶻz﹒⊂⊃﹒␥﹒⿸﹒ꔠ﹒✶﹒◍﹒▿﹒⤸﹒⬚﹒៶៸﹒△﹒→﹒✶﹒（）﹒▥﹒⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡ ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ 𐙚⋆˙˚◞♡ ✮⋆˙ ₊˚⊹♡ : ̗̀➛ ׂׂૢ ╰┈➤ ✎ - ,, -‘๑’- ・❥・ ༊*·˚ ˗ˏˋ´ˎ˗ . *. ⋆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ✧.* ೃ⁀➷ ⋆·˚ ༘ * ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ·˚ ༘ *ೃ༄ .ೃ࿐ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ⋆.ೃ࿔:･ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ⍣ ೋ ‗ ❍ ¡! ❞ ﹌﹌﹌ 彡 ▓ ღ ꕥ ‿‿‿‿ *+:｡.｡ •·.·''·.·• ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ * ˚ ✦ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- . . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . . ↳ ❝ [] ¡! ❞ - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ✧˚ · . ˚ · . ༉‧₊˚. '•.¸♡ ♡¸.•' +:ꔫ:﹤ ﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ ୨୧ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ ≡;- ꒰ ° ꒱ ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫⎙ ⩇ ⩉ ꐑ 𖣯 ⌕ ᨒ ᯤ ᯅ 𖤘 � 𖥦 ⏃ % 𓍯 𔗫 𔖲 𓂃 ﹆ ﹅ 𓄼 𓄹 ᭣ ꧞ 𓏲 𓂅 ꣼ ࿓ ࿔ ༄ ⌗ 𓈒 ⊹ 𖥔 ᨵ ꑘ ᜊ ᦒ ଘ ◖ ◗𖠗 ꗃ ٩ ะ ≛ ߸ 𖡡 𝆺𝅥 ꩜ 𖣠 𖦹 ❤︎ ♥︎ 𔘓⁩ ♡ ᥫ᭡ ✶ 𖤐 ★ 𒀭 𑁍 ꕤ ❑ ❒ !i！？!!﹗⦂ 𓈃 𓄲 𓄴 𓈀 𓊔 ❝ ❞ ❛❜ ୨୧ ‣ › ⌫ ✧ ✦⭒ ✓ ✘ 𓈈 ᚙ ⩨ ▚ ₆⁶₆ ஃ ⿴ ⿻ ꭑ ᧑ 𐐫 𝗈︩︪ ꒰ ꒱ ʚ ɞ “” ⌨︎ ⚠︎ ꒰꒱ ☻ ✰ ❏ ˖* ೃ࿔ 𓆉◡̈ ꒦꒷ ✎ ᝰ ✿ ⚡︎ ☁︎ ⋆ ⋆⑅˚₊ ♡̆̈ 𓍲 𓍱 ꪔ̤̥ 𓍯 ꊞ 𓂃 ꕀ ﹆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ⤾ ・°☆ ✎ ̼ ◡̈ ⑅ ♡̷ 𖦹 ･͛♡̷̷̷･͛ ᐧ༚̮ᐧ =͟͟͞♡ εїз ᙏ̤̫ ˳✧༚ /✿ ˙ᘧ ͜ ˙ ♡ ⊸ ꒰ ❛ ❜ ꒱ ‎♡⃕ ◡̈ ˚◞♡ ⃗ ʬʬʬ ༊·˚ ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖° ꪔ̤̥ ˙ ͜ʟ˙ ‎♡‧₊˚ ◡̎ ♡̷ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ 𓆸 ꔛ *﹆ =͟͟͞ ♡̩͙ ꙳ ⋆ ⸝⸝ യ *◞ ♡･ ͜ʖ ･ . ˚◞♡ ෆ ･῾ ᵎ ⌇ ⁺◦ *´ސު｀ ‎ ༘⋆ ꙳ ꕀ ꒰ 𖧧 ·͜·♡ ꒱ ღ ⋆ ꕤ ♡ ⊹ ★꒷ ᵎᵎ ₊ ⨾ ⋆ ʚ ɞ ✦ ♥︎ ∞ 𑁍 𓍯　　⸝⸝⸝　　𓅿　　𖠋　　𓍲 𓍱　　𖥧 𖧧 ˒˒ 𖤣𖤥𖠿𖤣𖤥　　𓇥 　֒　　☄︎　　𓆱　　𓂃𓊝𓄹𓄺 ‎　𓌉◯𓇋　　𓎩 ⸝⸝　　𓌈˒˒　　⍤　　𓆸 𓊆 𓊇　　꒰ ꒱　　˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗　　⌇　　ꪔ̤̮　　ꪔ̤̥ • + . ˙ ✦ ♡ㅤ°. • °. ✿ * · ✮ . • • ⊹ . ✧ ⊹　 ˚ 　 * · 　 ✮ . .　 ★ ·　 ⊹　 + * 　 ⊹ 　 °. * ✧ .𓈀 𖦥 ﹅ ンㅤꞋꞌꞋꞌ

Been thinking this up throughout today :)

Five in Five

Warnings: friends to lovers, smut, dirty talk

It's around 2:45 am when the heat from Timothee's body wakes you. You untangle your legs from his and slide your arm from underneath his neck wondering how a man so lean can produce that much body heat. He groans softly in his sleep, and you wait until he's turned over to get up and go to the bathroom. You're sure that if he sees you creeping out of his bedroom, your only chance to go to pee will be blown.

You tip toe out of his room, leaving the door open for easy access when you return and as you cross the hall for the bathroom, your eyes wander downstairs to his front doors. They're massive double doors made of dark oak standing at least fifteen feet high. For a second, you think of leaving, like you always do. You never stay the night with Timothee...well not a full night. Having sex with him and leaving once he falls asleep was just a thing you guys did. You've always left, ever since he took your virginity in a vacant Marriot hotel room during the 11th grade La Guardia field trip to Los Angeles. It wasn't until years later, you realized Timothee wanted more than that. And it's not that you don't want to be his girlfriend...it's just that being his girlfriend could mean losing him completely if things turned shitty. Losing him as a boyfriend would suck. Losing him as a friend...you weren't sure you could handle. So, you always stuck to this. Sex. Great sex. Sex that you'd only be able to get with someone that loves you just as much as you love them. You sleep with him; you tell him how much you love him-because you do-and you leave when he falls asleep. He's never mad, he's never upset (that you can see and the thought of that gnaws at you constantly) and he never brings it up when you see him again.

✨ Timothée and Taylor for Spur magazine ✨

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• 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦/𝘶𝘴𝘦 ‹𝟹

just a little boy.

It’s Not You, It’s Me

Part 11

Warnings: injuries, language, dread, violence, hospitals, not proof read

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You weren’t quite sure how long the ride to the hospital took, not as your thoughts raced as quick as your heart. Your vision blurred as you blinked pack tears and pushed away nausea. 

“I shouldn’t have run,” you choked out. Nicole’s arm wrapped around you as she sat next to you in the back of Larry’s cab. “God damn it, I’m so fucking stupid. I always run. Always. Any time something gets too difficult…I…I run.” You weren’t sure if you were even comprehendible as you sobbed. “I’m so sorry. It’s…It’s my fault.” 

You heard Nicole’s breath shake. She didn’t comment on Timothee’s condition on the way to the hospital. Maybe it was because she took the time to comfort you, to keep you from fully breaking down before you had the chance to see him. “Sweetheart,” she said. You were shocked at her level of composure, given the circumstances. “It is not your fault. You ran because you felt you had no other option. Timothee explained everything to me before he…well before he took off to find you, and in all honesty, I would have done the same if I was in your situation,” she admitted.