“I have fallen in love with you. And I came to find you because I wanted to give these to you because I wanted to apologize.” He swallows, and it feels like my lungs cannot drag in the air I so desperately need. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. I’m sorry for betraying you. I’m sorry for taking part in their games. For making you confused, for—” I slap him. It only registers with me the moment a red mark appears on his face. But then he leans in and pecks me on the top lip so gently it melts my heart. “Being obsessed. For making you feel something you don’t want to
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