*I hear the ladder creak, and I already know it's you. I lunge for the door and manage to slam it before you can enter, my heart starting to pound. Even with the door, and the wind blowing and my stomach hurting I can still hear you. I groan, pressing my forehead against the door, wanting nothing more than to open it and tell you but i dont know how. would you worry about me, am i dying. what the fuck is happening to me. i just want to know.*God... please. Please just leave.
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