“How long, Ryke? Tell me that, how fucking long have you liked her more than just a friend, and let’s see if it’s all in my head?” “I don’t know.” I do though. I always have. I just can’t stomach admitting it. “I’m going to ask you again,” Lo says, his voice rattling with anger. “How long—” “Stop,” I say forcefully. He takes one step closer. “No, how long—” “FOR YEARS!” I scream, veins protruding in my arms, my face reddening, unleashing this thing held captive inside of me. I step towards him. “Is that what you want to hear?! Years, Lo.” He clenches his teeth so hard. “You’re lying?” He
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