“Can I ask you something?” I get out, my voice hoarse. She smiles. “Ask me anything.” “Could you see yourself with me…even after this summer?” My heart drops the moment she pulls her hand from mine and sits back in her chair. Whatever she’s about to say, I know it isn’t going to be what I want to hear. And that realization tears me apart.
We better not get a third act break up imma RAGE!
