“If you hadn’t seen me in the club that night, would…you have ever come back for me?” I have to know this. It matters a lot. His eyes lower to the ground. He pushes his hands into his pockets, the toe of his boot kicking at the gravel. “I don’t know.” His words are quiet. “I wanted to come back. God, I wanted to. I just…” He sighs and lifts his head, finally meeting my eyes. “I just didn’t know how to.” Even though I anticipated this, hearing it still hurts like a mother. A sound of expected disappointment leaves me. “And that’s the reason I’ll never believe a single thing you tell me, Zeus.
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