With Margot, it was effortlessly different. Even though we worked together, I thought of ways, excuses, to ditch out and just be with her. Lying in bed talking. Laughing in the rain. Watching her sing awful karaoke with my brothers. She filled me up, repaired my gaping holes. Reminded me that while I may save lives, I shouldn’t neglect mine. That difference was everything. “I can’t lose her, Aria. I’m so happy you have Wes because I have Margot and I love her. I love her in a way I couldn’t love you. I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m not. I just–” Aria’s fingers clamp over my lips. She smiles so
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