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Let’s not stay friends, Mark, Elias repeated, his hand on the door handle. Let's just be people who once loved each other very much. That’s enough. let-s-not-stay-friends
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You already lost the part of me that matters most, Elias said. Staying friends is just keeping the ghost of us in the room. It’s a polite way of dragging out the funeral. I’d rather remember us as we were than watch us turn into two people who are careful about what they say to each other. Shift the (e
Elias stood up and pulled his coat from the back of the chair. He didn’t wait for Mark to respond. He knew if he stayed, the resolve would crumble. He knew the pull of familiarity was a powerful, dangerous thing.
Mark looked down at his coffee. I don’t want to lose you entirely.
We can still be friends, Mark said. His voice was hopeful, the kind of hope that felt like a heavy blanket on a humid day. I mean, we know each other better than anyone. It would be a waste to just… stop.