Chapter 7: His Secret
I moved out of the apartment and in with Dane. I tried to tell Alex that he didn’t hurt me, that I was a big boy and could handle our break-up, that I was going to be just fine living with the author.
Eventually, Alex believed me.
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June 30. I slept on Dane’s imported Belgian sofa because of a headache. I recall him standing over me in the middle of the night, possibly checking on me. Through my sleep-blurred vision, I saw him smile: happy, content, and at peace.
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I visited Alex on a regular basis, just to let him know that I had still cared for him and didn’t want to hurt him. My visits were short, perhaps exactly what he needed to understand that I was still his friend, and someone who cared greatly for him, and always would.
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July 7.
