"Nothing about you has ever felt temporary to me." His voice dropped to a whisper. "That's the problem." "Don't." I shook my head. "Don't say things you can't mean." "Why? Because it's easier if we're both liars?" His hands covered mine. "I resent you. I resent that you made me need you. I resent that you were ready to die without a second thought about what that would do to me. I resent that even now, knowing all of this, I can't make myself stop wanting you." And there it was. I’d never felt this peculiar mixture of rage and longing, irritation and desire. Never wanted to simultaneously slap
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