Eventually, Alan scoots a little closer and wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me close. His hand is steady, and his breath is even. If he’s nervous, he’s hiding it well. “It’s okay,” he says. “I’m going to be okay.” He tenderly kisses my forehead, and ironically, it’s the most intimacy we’ve ever had. I should’ve known it would precede our end. I give him a weak smile. “I’m not. How could you ever forgive me for this?” “For what? Your honest feelings?” he asks. His smile is small, but he tries. “How about this? Do you want me to break your heart so you don’t have to break
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