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Fifty-four days.

I don’t want to spend them fighting. Confused and angry. Feeling invisible. Feeling used.

Having her without being able to keep her.

Hoping for a miracle that will never come.

That she’ll choose me.

Stay with me.

“Okay.” She barely whispers it, her deep brown eyes heavy-lidded and glazed. Her mouth soft and swollen from my kiss. “Just friends.”