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i am someone who did not die when i should have died.

a kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.

yes. bigger. mine.

A bruise to the forearm seemed laughable in comparison to other injuries that'd been sustained while on the job. However, Alexa knew deep down that she'd feel the same — if roles somehow became reversed. "I'm not made of glass, Em." Her gaze softened an inch.

Yet another scoff, those chosen words from her wife only serving as more fuel to the fire felt inside. "No," She refused to concede, intense eye contact achieved. "You weren't the unit chief in that moment. He tried to grab your wife, and you freaked out."

Alexa found a less than comfortable chair of Emily's office. Her shoulders visibly slumped as hands began to fidget out of irritation. "I had him right where I wanted him—" A deliberate pause, previous moments replayed inside her head. "You had no reason to pull me out."

A scoff, the question beyond insulting after what'd happened mere moments before. "You didn't have my back in there."

Jaw going clenched as soon as the unwanted eye contact begins. “Don’t.”




