#Chapter53
He didn't give me the chance to reply. Shaking his head, spitting on the ground, he turned his back on me. I didn't try to stop him. Further and further, until he became but a silhouette in the distance, I watched him go.
/"Bright side,/" I found myself murmuring. /"At least he didn't hit me this time./"
But then again, that wasn't much of a bright side, was it?
Isaac was wrong. Love didn't fade. It just hurt. I loved him. I loved him the way I would my own flesh and blood . . . and his dismissal, his disregard for everything we had been through together, for twelve years of friendship . . . it hurt.
It hurt, and I wasn't sure if it would ever stop.
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Oz stayed at my house that night. My father, thankfully, was still out of town, and I had been taking full advantage of that.
