The next day, my phone buzzed. Aeron: "Meet me at the park. Alone." I went, heart racing. He stood under the tree where we used to play as kids, hands in pockets, eyes unreadable. “I’ve been thinking,” he said not meeting my gaze “About what you said last night…”A pause “I don’t feel that way—but I don’t want to lose you. Is that selfish?”
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