I can't--I can't think about anything or anyone else," he whispered. A hand drifted up, dragging back through his hair. "I can't think straight when you're around. I can't sleep. It feels like I can't breathe--I just--""Liam, please," I begged. "You're tired. You're barely over being sick. Let's just... Can we just go back to the others?""I love you." He turned toward me, that agonized expression still on his face. "I love you every second of everyday, and I don't understand why, or how to make it stop--" He looked wild with pain; it pinned me in place, even before what he had said registered in my mind."I know it's wrong; I know it down to my damn bones. And I feel like I'm sick. I'm trying to be a good person, but I can't. I can't do this anymore.
Just shut up and start sucking each other's faces already," Vida grumbled, leaning awkwardly against the stump. She would never admit it aloud, but I knew the burns on her back her eating her alive with pain. "I'm trying to make up for the sleep I lost when you started screeching at each other like cats in heat.""Miss Vida," Liam said, "has anyone ever told you that you are positively the whipped cream on the sundae of life?"She glared at him. "Anyone ever told you your head is shaped like a pencil?""That is physically impossible," Chubs groused. "He'd be--""Actually," Liam began, "Cole once did try to-- What?""Oh, I'm sorry," Chub said, "apparently the middle of my sentence interrupted the beginning of yours. Do continue.""I'm going to guess you probably don't want to hear about the time he pushed my head through the neighbours fence...""Was there a lot of blood?" Vida asked, suddenly interested. "Did you lose an ear?"Liam held his hands up next to his ears, indicating both were firmly attached to his skull."Then, no" she said. "No one wants to hear your boring-ass story.