He knocked on my door.

"Hey."

He looked up, his eyes red.

"What's wrong?"

"I have to tell you something."

He walked in and sat on my couch. I sat next to him and he took my hands.

"I've been holding this back for so long and I hate how I let my parents make me do this." He said. "What? Do what?" I asked.

"I can't do us anymore. My parents made me love you because you were filthy rich when you lived with your parents. But I did love you! Then, I dunno, it just faded? I was forced to stay with you because my family's messed up like that. I'm so sorry."

He stood up, walked out, and I never saw him again.

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