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I looked away from him. This was it. This was the problem. After all the names, all of the excuses, all of the shit. I couldn't open my heart to him because I had to leave.

"If I decide to be with you, what will happen to me? To us? After this summer, I mean," I blurted.

"I'll take care of you of course, we can—"

"But how is that gonna work? With me in school, I mean."

"Darlin' I love you but half the time you don't let me get a word in edgewise—"

I froze.

"What did you say?"

"You don't let me talk," he said patiently.

"The other part."

He looked me straight in the eyes, intent. "I love you, Marie. Have since the day you slammed into me gettin' outta the shower."

"You love me?" I started to shake, trembling underneath him.

"Don't you feel it too?"

I just looked at him, eyes wide, unable to answer him. "I don't know," I said in a small voice and looked around in a panic. "I need to take a break for a minute."

And he got pissed. Fast. "Shit," he spat. He got off of me and stood up. "Figure out what you feel, and when you do, come find me." And he stalked out of the room and upstairs.

Now what should I do?

My body shook and I felt close to tears. I wanted to run upstairs and talk to him. I wanted to call Amelia. I wanted to figure this out. I didn't know what to do.

Instead of doing the mature thing, I got up off of the couch and bolted out of the house, running as fast as I could to the beach.