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There’s nothing you really want up for grabs.
That doesn’t matter. This is just a game.
A game that depends on your soulmate. You don’t mind that.
Just another way to get back at him. Just another pain.
You don’t know why Cleo wants this as bad as you. Well, probably not as bad as you. But bad enough to hurt herself?
Scott. She has Scott.
It doesn’t matter that she has Scott. If Scott wanted you, she could be there too. You care about her.
You don’t remember why you care so much, though. You know she doesn’t care very much.
She’s trying-a little. She’s trying to help you. She’s bad at it. She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t understand how much everyone else hates you.
You don’t know why she wants to hurt Martyn, other than he’s annoying, but who cares? Who cares why Cleo wants this. The only thing that matters is that she is willing to play.
You fall into the snow. The feeling is familiar. The cold is at home in your bones.
You can tell Cleo isn’t used to it. Maybe Martyn used it against her, but it’s different to feel on your flesh than the hearts ticking off over the bond. That’s the same for everything.
Cleo is part- dead, though. That might help with the pain.
You stare into her eyes. She keeps turning away.
You grab her by the arm. She stares.
(You) “Keep your eyes on me.”
And it hurts-it hurts quite a bit. But you are together.
The other people fade away. You just stare at her. You can feel a connection. You can feel her.
She blinks. Jumps out.
(You) “Woo!”
You stay for a couple moments, till Grian motions you out.
Cleo doesn’t meet your eyes. She calls you a freak. It sounds fond.
She runs off.
You want her back.