I’ve always loved him, even though I kept telling myself he was my best friend. The smart thing would be to end this. To end our so-called friendship that we try so hard to keep alive, even though I know it’s doomed to end in pieces either way. But I can’t break loose. I can’t let go. I can’t force him to swim on his own, because I’m terrified he’ll drown, knowing I’ve been his lifeline since that day at the creek.
