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~CLARISSA~ “I'm going with you wherever you're going," I answer him. He runs a hand down his face before exhaling loudly. "You can't." He finally tells me. I was testing his patience but I didn't care. I don't care what happens after today. I was going to tell him everything I had to. And this time, I was doing it for myself. Not for him or anyone else. For me. "I need to talk to you." I insist. "Clarissa, we've already said everything we needed to. What else do you have to say?" He asks. “You saw what happened when everyone returned from the dinner. We almost got caught and we had to hide. If being together means that we must hide from everyone else, how can it be the right thing to do?” "Why are you like this?" I whisper, unable to hide the pain from my voice. "You claim to ca