Georgia looked down at their hands, her thumb brushing over May’s knuckles. “I thought I had everything. And still, I felt like I was losing myself.”
May gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Because you were. You lost you trying to keep someone who never chose you.”
Georgia nodded slowly, tears slipping down again. “He made me feel like I was asking for too much… just by wanting to be loved back.”
May leaned in, resting her head against Georgia’s. “That’s not too much. That’s the bare minimum.”
Silence sat between them for a beat, but it wasn’t heavy. It was warm. Healing.
“You really don’t hate me?” Georgia asked again, needing to hear it.
May smiled softly. “No. I just hated seeing you sad and pretending you weren’t.”
Georgia let out a slow breath. “I don’t know how to start over.”
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