I could feel how nervous he was, standing next to me, trying to figure out why I refused to talk to him. He took a deep breath, almost like he was trying not to cry, and started talking.

“You still like me, right?” he asked.


“Do you still love me?”

I stared at the wall, afraid to make eye contact. “Yes.”

His voice broke as he asked, “Promise?”

No. “Of course.”



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