“Because…because you and I both know that if she were here, I wouldn’t even be an option.” And with those damning words, my shoulders slump. “Jeremy…” “I can’t do this anymore,” he tells me. Blinking against the tears rapidly forming, I say, “Do what?” He gestures roughly between us. “This. Us. I’m done.” “Wha-what? Wait. We’re still friends. We—” “You called me by her name!” he shouts, his ragged voice bouncing off the building. Eyes wide, I rear back. A horrible, bitter laugh fills the air. “It’s always about her. Even when she’s dead, it’s all about her. Always has been, always will be
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