Page 89 of Overdose

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“Pick your poison.”

My lips part, and I swear my heart forgets how to beat.

They’re still out there.

I smirk, slow and vicious. Oh. Okay. So this is the game now?

They wanna play ghost?

Hide in the shadows like none of it ever happened?

Erase themselves like I’m the glitch?

Cute.

I glance down at the pill again—neon, glittering, lethal.

A flare dressed like fucking candy.

“Cyanide,” I say, sweet and sharp.

Then I smirk.

Let’s see what happens when I take another hit.

After all…

I am their favorite little relapse.

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