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•• "So do you love me or not?"
Suddenly, Marie froze. Deep down inside she knew the answer to the impatient man in front of her's question, but she figured answering it would only further complicate things at the moment.
She struggled with her words, knowing she had to handle this very carefully. "Michael, I-"
Michael chuckled, more to himself than her. "You can't even answer my question."
"Michael, I-" She desperately tried to begin again. She realized that the situation was leaving her control now.
"You can't keep leading me on like this, man," Michael ran his hand across his head." Why won't you just leave me the fuck alone, Marie?"
"I can't." She mumbled. That was the best she could do for him.
Michael and Marie had been messing around for what felt like forever, unbeknownst to the world.
She'd tried. She'd tried to leave Michael alone, but there was something about him. She knew that her forcing him to be her 'secret' was hurting him, but she'd convinced herself that he was hurt more when she tried to leave. Truthfully, Marie wasn't staying with Michael to spare his feelings, she was staying for her own.
Marie wasn't the only one who didn't know how to stay away. Michael remained with Marie even though he could never be sure when she'd stop hiding him. He wanted to profess his love for her on a rooftop for the world to hear, but he couldn't.
"Man, how long do you think you can keep stringing me along? And it's like you don't even care." Michael vented, as he began to put his clothes on.
"I'm not trying to string you alone, Mike, it's just not the time for that. I-I thought we had established boundari-"
"Ain't no fucking boundaries," Michael spat. "We been fucking, Marie. We passed establishing boundaries years ago. I need to know now."
"Michael, I'm just not ready, okay? I like what we have. Ion' wanna ruin anything." Marie said.
"If you not ready, then what are we doing here? I feel like you 'ready' when we're doing our thing, but when it's time to put a name to this shit you ain't ready no more. I need you to explain this shit to me. I can't keep doing this shit, M." Michael shook his head as he began to gather his things.
He knew that he wasn't going to be able to leave her alone, but a part of him thought it was worth the try. He was tired of going back and forward with her. He wanted something real. If Marie couldn't provide that, he'd have to learn to move on to someone who could.
Marie could her the impatience in his voice and she knew her days of using "not being ready" were numbered. She couldn't hold on to her lie anymore, so finally after all these years, she told him the truth.
