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It bothers me, like when you’re trying to think of a word and you know it’s there on the tip of your tongue, just out of reach

I think it’s too difficult to tell the people closest to you. The ones you love.

And then, for my little brother, I stab him. In his heart.

The vacant, sightless
eyes, gleaming in the beam. They glimpse a half-open mouth, the tongue protruding slightly, somehow obscene. And at the sternum a stain of dark red blood.

‘Oh fuck,’ Femi says. ‘Oh fuck … it’s Will.’

– I’ve always liked that, as I’ve said, that unawareness in a woman, that insecurity.

But how dare you?’

threw a party at the V&A museum, for The Download. I was just a plus-one: I had come along with a friend. Anyway, my friend had to leave the party and I was left behind. I was just deciding whether to leave myself. So it was a total spur-of-the-moment decision, to go back inside.

I know the most about him.

Will has never liked getting his hands that dirty.

would Will keep a friend like Johnno around simply because of a shared past? Unless that past has some sort of hold over him.