After I Got Sick, He Cried His Eyes Red from Worry and Ran All over Town to Raise Money for Me, But I Still Broke His Heart

Chapter 7

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I pushed Beckett's hand away.

But he followed behind me, voice low and pleading.

"What's wrong? Did I do something? Why won't you talk to me?

"Please... just say something. You're scaring me right now."

The more Beckett cared, the more disgusted I felt with myself.

I hated myself. I thought, "What did I ever do to deserve someone like him?

Why was I using such a good guy?

But did I really have another choice?

If I could, I'd confess for real. I'd tell him I like him too."

I walked faster, his voice fading behind me.

I didn't want to let his kindness go to waste anymore.

Back in my dorm, I sent him a long message on WhatsApp. Then I shut off my phone.