"It's probably nothing, right?"
I probably asked this question about thirty times while I had brunch with Alexis and Emma today. I couldn't stop myself even when I saw the looks of worry on their faces. I was never like this, usually I'd get out of relationship with a shrug and a halfhearted meh.
"Dude, just talk to him. For the love of God." Alexis tossed her phone into her purse.
Emma reached across the table and took my hand, looking into my eyes for a long time before speaking.
"Harley, he loves you."
I barely even registered what she was saying, I just watched her lips while they moved. She was wearing this really cool new red lip stain that looked absolutely flawless, without a speck of red on her pearly whites.
"I know he does. But maybe he's just tired of me."
That makes two of us, Seth.
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