“I think I’m in love with Christian,” she whispers to me. I lean back, surprised. “What?” She says nothing. “Fuck.” I breathe out. “Fuck. How long for?” She swallows as she shrugging like it’s hopeless. “Couple of months,” “A couple of months?” I repeat, eyes wide. I can’t believe I missed it—I should have seen it. I knew she liked him more than she said, but love? Falling in love is like cancer to people like us. Gives you a weakness the whole world can see… Gives the whole fucking world something to use against you.
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