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How could he do it? How could he live with his demons like this and mask his pain with a smile?
I believe you, Gerard Gibson. I believe you. I believe you. I believe you.
“No, I mean I really, really love you,” she pushed, eyes locked on mine, tone as serious as her expression. “You’re my first love.” Her breath caught in her throat but she steadied herself before squeezing out, “You’re my only love.”
it.” “Jesus, I’m starving,” Joey stated, making a beeline for the kitchen area.
“No, Shannon,” my girlfriend bit out, attention still riveted on Lizzie. “I’m not okay. I’m not okay at all, and if she doesn’t stop talking shit about my boyfriend, I am going to lose my fucking mind!”
“Caoimhe wasn’t the one who was raped!”
Instead, he continued to stare at me like he was seeing a stranger instead of the person he’d spent his whole life adoring. Instead of seeing me.
“I don’t want your help!” Reaching up, he pried my hands from his shirt and backed away from me. “I don’t want anyone’s fucking help, okay?”
“There’s nothing to talk about!” His entire body trembled when he held a hand up to warn me off. “Because I’m fine, Claire! Do you hear me? I’m okay, dammit. I am always okay, Claire!”
“That wasn’t your secret to tell, Claire,” he choked out, body shaking violently. “It was mine.” “It was your secret?” “It was my fault!”
“Stop fucking looking at me like I’m broken, Claire,” he snapped, backing up further when I tried to get close. “Stop looking at me, dammit!”
And then he said the words that ripped my soul to ribbons. “I don’t want to be your friend anymore.”
“I’m not your boyfriend, Claire Biggs, and I’m not your friend.”