They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.
They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.
Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his word. This is probably overdue anyway since he's right, we are supposed to be madly in love.
Never having been in love, this is going to be a real trick. I think of my parents. The way my father never failed to bring her gifts from the woods. The way my mother's face would light up at the sound of his boots at the door. The way she almost stopped living when he died.
Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.
We're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.
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