The day I rushed her to the hospital replayed in my head more often than I cared to admit. I couldn’t get her face out of my head for weeks, and being locked up intensified my craving for her. I’d thought about her many times over the last few years, and seeing her did something to me. I continued watching her laugh while dancing with her friends. I felt a slight tinge of jealousy because, for some reason, I wanted to be the person responsible for her smile. Walking over in their direction, her eyes locked on me as I approached. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this. I’m beginning to think it
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