"Do you ever think about how big the universe is? We're just here, on this tiny little planet, spinning in space, and we don't even feel it! The sun is just one of billions of stars. They all have planets. There could be another me and you somewhere with green skin or something."
"Green skin?"
"Yeah, like aliens. Maybe they don't have to brush their teeth. Wouldn't that be awesome?"
"I like my teeth, though."
"Well, yeah, me too, but still. Green aliens with no cavities. They could be our friends. We could send them messages with lasers."
"How do we even get a laser?"
"I'll figure it out."
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Running for miles through thick words unsaid. She won't look at me. Doesn't say anything.
The pavement's still wet from last night's rain, and the early morning light is barely cracking through the buildings. Goldwen's downtown is still sleeping.
I hate this. Hate how quiet it is. How awkward it is. I hate how I'm stuck in my own head, watching Cam's slicked-back dark hair catch in the light like she's some goddamn superhero.
I almost fucking wrecked everything. Hell, maybe I actually did.
I push harder, catching up to her as we cross Belmont, our strides falling in sync. "You good?" I pant.
"Fine."
Our runners slap the slick pavement. And that's it for another block.
"Can we talk?"
"No."
I don't know what I expected her to say. That, I guess.
I slow to a stop, grabbing her arm. She whips around, her chest heaving, still panting from the run, but she lets me hold her. She glares at me, and it's not just anger in her eyes, it's pain. And it hurts worse than I thought it would.
"What—You wanna hash this out right now? While we're fucking running?"
I swallow hard, my breath coming out in sharp bursts. "I'm sorry," I say, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. "I was a dick. I didn't mean that shit," I go on, stumbling over the words because I've never been good at this. "What I said... about you..."
She takes her arm back and crosses both, glaring, but not moving. The silence stretches between us, and I feel the weight of it, heavy as hell.
"All I'm good for is being a fucking girlfriend, right?"
"I'm sorry, seriously—"
"I don't forgive you." She
My chest tightens. I don't forgive you—it's like swallowing broken glass.
"Sport, come on. I know I messed up—"
"You tore me apart with one sentence." Her voice cracks. "You knew how to hurt me because you're smart and you know who I am."
It crushes me. I step back and stare at the cracked pavement, the weeds between the slates. "I know. I know I fucked up. I know I push people away. I don't want to—"
"Yes you do or it wouldn't happen."
"I know." My voice is raw, but I can't help it. I dare to look up. Her eyes are swimming in silver. "I'm so sorry."
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