“I don’t want to be friends,” said Bash. Audre shut her eyes. The air went out of her, like she’d just absorbed a vicious punch to the stomach. “Why.” She said it like a statement, not a question. “You don’t understand what I’m saying. I can’t just be friends with you. I can’t kiss you without wanting to do it all the time. I can’t talk to you without wanting you forever. And if I hurt you, I’d never forgive myself. That’s why I need to go.” The connection went dead.
