Rachel and I stand there, looking at each other, not speaking. Both our brains are broken. I move first, reaching for her. “I—” “I can’t do this,” she whispers, darting away from my outstretched hand. “What? Wait—whoa—hold on!” I spin around, chasing after her. “Rachel!” She stills, her whole body stiff as I catch up, standing close behind her. I can’t help it; I’m smiling like a lovestruck idiot. “Rachel,” I say again, just because I can. I put everything I’m feeling into the word. Fuck, it’s a pretty name. “Don’t,” she murmurs, her voice catching. “Hey,” I say gently, my hand reaching out
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