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Something shifted between Michael and I. His reaction was not what I was expecting, and I hated that word. He insisted that nothing would change, and he wouldn’t pick anyone but me. But, suddenly, something felt strained between us.
Finals were rough, but I made it to summer. Now, I just had senior year and work to worry about. AP test results wouldn’t come in for at least a month, so it was on the bottom of my worry list.
With the stress of school temporarily over, I slept a little more. Quite a few nights, I came home after work and fell asleep before I could even call Michael. When we were chatting, he seemed a little withdrawn and stoic. I never wanted him to change; I wanted him to be my Michael. Telling him began to feel like a mistake.
One day, I got home from work to fi
