Beneath the Surface
“You probably do not want to hear this. You probably hate me. And maybe you should. But I can’t… I can not keep pretending.”
I leaned forward, my elbows digging into my knees, the phone pressed against my ear like it was the only tether I had left.
“I miss you, Lila. I miss your laugh, your stubbornness, even the way you argued with me over things in the office. I miss the way you looked at me like I wasn’t the monster I felt like inside.”
A long pause. My chest ached with it. Then, barely above a whisper, I added, “I do not care about pride anymore. I just… I just want you back in my life somehow.”
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