Alex was always easy to disappear into. I didn’t have to talk or put up a front. I didn’t have to seduce her or pretend. She was my port in the storm and I was hers. I watched her form move as she washed her legs and arms. Her hand drifted up the back of her neck, the water from the cloth dripping back into the tub. She was the only person I’d ever felt completely safe with. The only person I never feared disappointing because the only thing she expected of me was to be there. Why couldn’t I love her? She got along with my friends. She made me laugh, and her presence was always a comfort.
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