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“It doesn’t have to be this way.”
Hell yeah it does.
“It could be so much better.”
Yeah, like you would care.
“Come on, Anastasia. Please.”
Since when did you use my full name?
“Come eat lunch with us, at least.”
You got to be kidding me.
“You know where we meet. I promise it will be fun.”
Like being with you is fun.
It used to be.
In fact, it used to be the best times of my life.
But I had chosen a different life.
It’s your eyes, damn it. Those pretty blue eyes.
I wish they were any other color. A dull brown or something.
But no. They are a perfect, shiny, icy, startling, beautiful blue.
“Don’t shake your head. Don’t say no. Please, Anastasia, just like old times.”
You really want me to come. Well, too bad. I don’t belong there.
Why are you holding out your hand? Why is there such a sadness in your eyes?
And yet it is not sadness. It’s a longing, a slight emptiness.
You are, in fact, happy because you are discovering your own way
And because there is someone who has your heart, and you have theirs.
“Why can’t we just be friends?”
I wish I could say yes. But I know what it would be like if I went with you.
You would be with her, and you would be so happy.
And I would watch you, and would have to quiet the screaming inside of me.
No, I can’t.
“I just want you near me.”
Well, I don’t want you near me.