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"I don't think I'm a psychopath anymore," James said quietly.

"I know," Alyssa replied. "You're just a bit of an idiot. But you're my idiot." You have requested : The.End.Of.The.Fing.World....

She was right. They had both been hollowed out by their experiences—James by the violence he thought he wanted, and Alyssa by the abandonment she had always feared. They were two broken halves that didn't quite make a whole, but they fit together in a way that made the rest of the world feel like the outlier. "I don't think I'm a psychopath anymore," James said quietly

James nodded. He understood now that silence wasn't just a lack of noise; it was a weight. For a long time, he had used silence as a shield, believing himself to be a psychopath who felt nothing. But since meeting Alyssa and embarking on their chaotic road trip across England, the silence had changed. It was no longer empty—it was full of everything they hadn't said. But you're my idiot