You open the door and you’re as breathtaking as ever; more so now that we’re both grown. I take a deep breath and ask “Hey. It’s…me. My father won’t let me stay with him, I can’t since I left the family business. Can I stay with you?” My cold, dull eyes stare into yours, not willing to put my heart out there if there’s nothing left of the friendship and the friend I fell in love with all those years ago
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