Goodbye, my mate
Darren pleaded, his voice a mix of charm and panic.
Lyle giggled, reaching out with chubby hands, his laughter bright enough to crack the storm cloud over my head. I looked at them - Lucas, Darren, Lyle - three boys in a row who owned every piece of my heart, sitting there side by side, and my anger melted like wax under a flame. I reached forward, straightening Darren's tiny black tie, my fingers lingering on the knot. "What day is it today?" I asked, my voice softer now, almost a whisper. "Do you remember?"
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