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The more time I spent around her… The more I got to know her… The more I hated her. And it was because I didn’t hate it at all.
“Ultimately, though, love…is death. Because to love someone—and I mean truly, truly love someone—your heart…your soul…are tethered to theirs. So, when they die, you die too.
Our gazes clashed. He could see I was full of shit. I could see he was full of shit. Neither of us acknowledged it. What cowards we were.
