“I’m not gay,” she says quietly, and I have to strain to hear her over the rain. “I’m just in love with you.”
My mouth goes dry. What? Tears pool in her eyes.
“I can’t apologize for everything I do to hurt you, Liv.” She finally looks up, blinking against the rain. “Because I can’t promise I’ll stop.” I watch her. “But I promise,” she goes on, “I hurt every time you do.”
THE ANGST
— Apr 29, 2026 06:08AM
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