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Shock flooded through me. All this time… Every time he'd got in the way of a relationship, called me to him when I was in danger, saved my life. How could I have been so blind? Electricity crackled through every nerve of my body, as he stared at me intently. I could hear my heart hammering in my chest, my breath rasping from my lungs. Everything was ultra-clear, every contour of his face, the piercing blue of his eyes. All this time, I'd thought him incapable of caring, of romantic love certainly…and now… He stood so close. I could hear each breath, just as harsh as mine; his eyes searching mine for an answer. Tentatively,

"No," I said, not comprehending, not letting myself, lest I fracture, burst into a million tiny pieces. John's eyes were raw from tears he wouldn't cry in front of me. And I saw in them that he spoke the truth. "No." The word caught in my throat. I couldn't – I collapsed onto the sofa, despair wracking me. He couldn't be. He couldn't… I could sense John wondering whether to go or not. Let him go! He didn't understand. He couldn't understand; no-one could. Because nobody knew. Nobody but us…and now only me. I was so alone… I was again the naïve young constable who'd been fascinated by the broken drug-addict with a

Wholock: A good ol' fashion villain Once is an accident. Twice is a mistake. Three times is a habit. Jim splashed the cold water on his face; he didn't look in the mirror. Then he did. He would need a better lie this time to explain this piece of work. He was getting better at lying. He briefly wondered if this was what life was like for the other kids at school, then he realized he didn't care. They were not him, and they would be of no help at all. He was eight years old, old enough to know what was going on, and what would happen if he told the truth. Jim took the washcloth off the side of the sink and dried his face slowly. Every d