Frustration weaves into my muscles and I grab his hand hard, cutting off his treasuring touch. “That’s just it, though… We’re not good. It feels good, yes, but together we’re like ammonia and bleach. We’re fucking toxic. Why can’t you just let me fucking go?!” “I can’t…” he whispers. “Why not??” I growl. “Because I fucking love you!” he shouts in my face, and I falter. “I’ve loved you since the second I saw you, and I don’t understand it! I don’t want to feel this shit… This twisted up ball of need in my chest like fucking disease. I don’t even know if it really is love, that’s how fucked up I
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