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“You don’t believe me?” he asked.

I closed my eyes and let a few tears down before I looked at him that night. It was a quarter left until midnight. There were no cars on the street we were standing in the middle of. The moon was shying away behind a dark cloud as the silence grew in the spaces between us.

It was hard not to tell him I did believe him, because I knew something was up. It hurt me that he was lying to me, but even though he was, I could not lie to him. He is everything to me, and I wanted him to know how I truly felt about this.

“Answer me.” He whispered. “Please.”

I tore off my eyes from his and began to walk away.