All the feelings Gavin had never voiced were suddenly as clear to me as the pain of my own lifetime of unrequited love. But this is Gavin, I thought, ducking my head and hurriedly fumbling to pick up glass shards with numb fingers. Gavin actually loves me?
“Whoops,” Gavin was saying, trying a bit awkwardly to chuckle. “You okay? Here, let me go get a dishtowel, I’ll help you.”
“No!” I cried, before I could stop myself. We both froze at my sudden outburst. Gavin stared at me.
How could I possibly explain? That his help – his love – could get him killed, and not only because of the danger I faced? I knew all too well how years of hopeless love and self-sacrifice could destroy you inside.
My kindhearted friend deserved better than that. Deserved better than the dangerous friendship t
