“Lucky-boy, in the half a year I’ve known you, I’ve seen your eyes light up in front of a dormant volcano. I’ve seen you run with a herd of buffalo, just to get the right shot. I’ve seen your fearlessness worn right on your sleeve, but until last night, I’d never seen your heart. Where is your courage now? Why are you running from him?” “I’m not—” “You are,” he insists, voice rising. “We came back here on a whim, but here you are, sitting in your parents’ house while he’s out there.” He waves his arm wide, gaze imploring. “Why aren’t you with him?” “I’m scared!” I finally yell. “I can’t lose
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