“I don’t know anymore, though. Now, I like seeing you smile, but it’s hard to paint you like that.” “Why?” The word comes out as a whisper. A single, rush of air past my lips. “Because you’ve never smiled at me, Little E. I could steal those moments where you looked angry, when you weren’t looking, because they were familiar. I’d already earned the anger and the hate you wore. But when you laugh with Carina, or you smile at someone you don’t even fucking know as they pass you in a hallway…” He shakes his head. “I don’t own those moments. They don’t belong to me. I sure as shit have no right to
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