“That’s not going to happen.” “But what if it does?” “It won’t. Because I want you, Noelle. I can’t let you go.” “Why?” She whispered. I took a final step towards her, sat on the couch next to her, and brought her hand up to mine, interlacing our fingers together. “Why what, Noelle?” “Why can’t you let me go?” It was like Noelle wasn’t breathing. And maybe she knew, but I wanted to say it anyway. Needed to say it. Had to tell her the words that I had been thinking in my head for so long, I might explode if I didn’t get them out. So I spoke from the heart, and I hoped that it would be enough.
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