Releasing 10 (Boys of Tommen, #6)

by Chloe Walsh

Going to Liz when she needed me wasn’t something I had to wrestle with. There was no decision to make. All the pain and hurt could wait. I could put the betrayal and resentment on ice. Because, at the end of the day, I still wanted to be near her, still wanted to hold her hand, still wanted to kiss her lips. Every inch of me still longed for every inch of her, and I couldn’t turn my feelings off. What I felt for her wasn’t expendable, and it hadn’t shown up overnight. My love for her had had nine years to deepen and grow, and the roots went deep. It wasn’t something that could be rooted out and tossed away. She was imbedded in the foundations of who I was as a person. She was ingrained in every fundamental life choice I had made from the age of seven. Getting over her wouldn’t happen overnight. If it took an equal measure of time to unlove a person, then I had nine years of misery to contend with. I was sixteen now, so that meant I would be twenty-five before she finally left my system. Fuck, it wasn’t even close to being fair. Because I didn’t choose this. I didn’t want us to end.