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"I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE," I choke out. "I can't keep being with you when I know I can't ever see you. It's too hard."
"Don't quit on us now. We've been through too much to let this split us apart," Jonah says his eyes filled with sadness.
"I just can't do this. I can't live my life knowing I'm holding you back. This 'long distance' shit is stopping you from dating someone you can actually love," I reply. It hurt me so much to say this. "It's been two years of college. It's been hurting us too much."
He stares at me solemnly. "I guess you're right. But I'll always love you."
"So will I. But I know it's fading away," I say, walking away. Tears stream down my face. It was so hard to do that. But I couldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't tell him what actually happened. It would hurt him too much, and I've already hurt him more than I should've.
I didn't turn around as I walked away and I certainly didn't hear him say, "I know what you did. I did the same thing."
At the same moment, we both apologized to each other after we knew we weren't in earshot. Some things are better left a secret, I suppose.
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Elevator ➵ J.M.
FanfictionAmber Thompson and Jonah Marais cross paths again in a random elevator, in a random city, during a random time, but their ending isn't quite so random. "Love you can't control it. Just blow on the dice and roll it." {Sequel to He's The Bad Boy?}
