“This is not a reconciliation.” Of course I knew that, but the words spoken so clearly, so easily, like it doesn’t cost him anything, the idea of living the rest of his life like this, still burns. “I know that,” I answer. “It’s just fucking.” He shakes his head, a breath of a laugh breezing past his full lips. “It could never be just fucking, not with us. You know that. It will always feel like more, but I want to be very clear that it can’t be.”
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