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Liah reetTo sit beside me in my bed, possibly even lay back, pull me into his arms, and talk until we fall asleep He’s done that so ht Instead, he chooses to sit init to face me

The tiny hairs on hs me down It’s heavy on ht within wonder, than have whatever conversation Liam wants to have

“Did you have a good night?”

Liaainst the edge of the backrest He stares up at low in the dark stars I never bothered to take down fros at his lips but leaves as quickly as it came “I don’t want to do this anymore, Lainey”

All of h me I can’t breathe, can’t think, let alone speak My mind races a ht forup with me He can’t He wouldn’t throw years of, whatever you’d call us, away for a girl A stupid girl he just started dating This has to be so

“Do what anymore?”

“Us” Liah his blonde hair, shaved on the sides, long on top

I hated the cut when he first got it I thought it rew on ain Even so, in his flustered state and through my emotional turmoil, I can’t help that my heart beats for him

“It’s not fair to Corah”

To Corah?

My lips turn down into a frown What about me? What about us? We never explicitly talked about it, but ere going to go to college together Get married Be that one percent that stays with their childhood sweetheart My es of the future I’ve dreamed about sincewith my heart

When I don’t say anything, Liaht even love her”

I stop breathing, stop thinking, and force lassy His lips turned down He looks upset Then again, he could be high

“You can’t love her,” I whisper Finding the courage to speak is like looking for a needle in a haystack; hard but not impossible I clear my throat and force myself to talk louder “It’s only been a feeeks”

“It’s been seven” He huffs