'No, you didn't imagine it would be my grave. You imagined it'd be Sam's - because you thought I killed him.'
He wants her to stop touching him, and get off, but short of pushing her on to the floor she's got him trapped. He puts a hand up to his forehead, the left side, and his eyes close as he feels, like he's checking it's still there.
'I said stop.'
He remembers it. He'd pulled a gun. He'd said it, and she just kept going.
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'No, you didn't imagine it would be my grave. You imagined it'd be Sam's - because you thought I killed him.'
He wants her to stop touching him, and get off, but short of pushing her on to the floor she's got him trapped. He puts a hand up to his forehead, the left side, and his eyes close as he feels, like he's checking it's still there.
'I said stop.'
He remembers it. He'd pulled a gun. He'd said it, and she just kept going.
'I said stop.'