Miles’s voice wobbled. “I hated myself for years. The kind of hate that eats you from the inside out. That turns your soul black.” His voice cracked and a few tears spilled down his cheeks and into the halo of dark hair laying on the floor. “When I get something good in my life, I always question it.” My breath stuttered out in response to those raw, broken words. “I don’t know how to be happy—for years…” More tears escaped. I swiped them away and Miles flashed me a grateful smile before continuing. “For years I couldn’t even talk to you. Couldn’t have a real conversation with the one guy in
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