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That you stayed, because . . . Because . . .
“Abuse can feel like love.”
“Why?”
“Starving people will eat anything.”
started vibrating, and I heard a different beat in my ears. Pulling out the earbuds, I looked up and saw Will on top of his lunch table.
His friends sat or stood, looking up at him and laughing as he started dancing to some pop eighties or nineties tune, stripping off his school jacket as his shirt and tie hung on him like a god.
He jumped off the table, moving around the room as students hooted and howled, and he looked like . . . I laughed under my breath, a smile spreading across my face. He looked like Jean-Claude Van Damme in Kickboxer.
The smile slowly fell, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. This was for me.
“The role of the villain is only determined by who’s telling the story.”
