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“Talk like you don’t matter. You do matter. To me.”
“Careful, Parish,” I said, smiling like a dope. “That sounded pretty fucking nice to me.”
Again, confusion flashed over his face and I sort of hated anyone who’d been here before me, taking and taking and giving nothing back.
He’s a closeted jock going on to an illustrious but sexually frustrating career in the NFL, and I’m an uncloseted but mentally unstable billionaire who’s leaving the country the second my diploma hits my hot little hands. In what universe do we make sense?”
We sat on her bed surrounded by posters of BTS
OPE
“It’s perfect,” I whispered to the empty house. “I’ll take it.”
😭
Mom had spiked a fever and went into the hospital at four in the morning. She slipped into a coma a few hours later, rapid organ failure followed, and by four p.m. she was gone.
Can you hear my heart breaking?
