“I want whatever I can have with you.” “You can’t have anything now,” I said and stood back up. “You look pretty in a garden, Keelani. You should tell your record label you want a garden on your next album cover.” “Is that all you think I care about?” The question was uttered in pain. I lifted a brow. “Isn’t it?” The way she looked at me with dejection, I swear it made the air shift around us. That garden would haunt me for years to come. “Do you really think I don’t love you?” What she didn’t understand was that this whole town had turned on me. Even my parents questioned how much I’d given
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