I whirl around, because I need to go now. Need to run. He grabs my arms, snatching me around to face him, holding me in front of him. Holding me still as he tries to tell me things I never want to hear. "Stop it! Shut up! Shut up, Kellan! Fuck you!" He pulls me closer, and I slap his face. The sound echoes through the foyer. His smooth, tanned check stains brilliant crimson. He doesn't move a muscle. Doesn't even blink as I look at him for what I know will be the last time. I'm sorry. His lips move silently. I don't care. I can't. His secrets ruined my life. He ruined my life! If I live to be hundred, my heart will never be the same.
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