Sniffling, she squeezed my hand again. “I want you to have the best life imaginable. Nobody deserves it more than you.” “Liz…” “And I want you to move on from me,” she said, choking on the words like they physically pained her. “I don’t want you to feel guilty about it or think you’re doing something wrong, because you aren’t. Because you are too amazing of a person to spend your life stuck on a fuckup like me.” “What about you?” I could barely see her face through my tears. “How am I supposed to let you go?” “You didn’t let me go, remember?” she sobbed, stroking my hand with her thumb. “I did
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