Hey," he calls after I walk away. I stop and turn just a few feet from him.
"I'm glad you..." He trails off. "I'm glad you're okay."
"Me too." I look over the tops of my sunglasses. "Me too," I repeat.
What else did he say?” Jesse insists, and for the second time ever, I feel uneasy with him.
“Nothing,” I say.
“Daphne, they say I’m predicted, but there has to be some mistake. That’s not who I am.”
“I’m hearing a lot about who you are.”
“And you’re saying that you believe it all?”
“Jesse, I don’t know.
We're cool," I say calmly, although I feel something else. I feel... sad. Like I've lost something I never quite had.
Christine SeifertTags: unrequited-love
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