Jeremy
"Okay, maybe it was… ten percent my fault you got hurt," I murmur, rubbing the back of my neck. She rolls her beautiful eyes at me and sighs.
"Alright, maaaaaybe fifty percent."
"How about you take your responsibility badge and shove it to your pocket? It doesn't change the fact that I almost fucking died because of you"
God, she's adorable. If this is a hallucination, I understand why people chase them. Because there's no way someone like her would be fated to someone like me in the real world.
She glances toward the height below, then clutches my clothes tighter, her voice dropping to a whisper. "We need to get out of here. Something's seriously off about this, and I don't want to risk being a vampire."
