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.”