together. “No,” I snap. “Not at all.” “You very clearly are,” he says. “I’m not. There’s nothing to be mad about.” “Leah—” “Look, you can’t just say things like that, Cyrus.” The words burst out of my mouth before I can stop them. I wave my hands about in the air, my composure shattering. “You can’t, unless you’re absolutely certain you want to be with someone and you’re in love with them—” “I am.” The world freezes. My heart, the willow trees, the green waters in the canals, the sparrows perched on the tiled roofs. All of it stops right there and then, and the only thing that restarts is the
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