why do i have to be so stupid.
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Boris' pov.
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I walk slowly and anxiously to y/n's house..
How am I gonna tell her..
I get there and knock on the door, trembling.
Not because I'm cold, though. I made sure to bring a coat.
She answers.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" I ask.
"Sure." She lets me in, and we both sit on her couch.
"I have to tell you something important.." I look down.
"Yeah. Me too." She perks up.
Why does she have to be so happy..
Right here.. right now..
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"y/n.."
"yeah?"
"I... I don't really.."
"Spit it out, Boris"
"..I uh.."
"I don't have feelings for you, y/n.."
"I never have.." I finish.
"I'm sorr-"
