Dear Love, I Hate You (Easton High)

Love: But you said you’d never try to find out who I am.

Zac: I know what I said.

Love: THAT’S IT? You’re just going to break the pact? Find out who I am against my will?

She’s right, Xav.

This isn’t how it should be.

You can’t take what she won’t give you.

Zac: I didn’t mean that. I’m just sick of this shit. This has to end.

Love: What? We can talk this out, Z. Nothing has to change.

Zac: Things did change.

Love: What? What’s changed that’s SO important you’d throw it all away?

Zac: What changed is I fucking like you.

Radio silence.

Zac: I know it’s crazy. I know we agreed this would never be more, but I want to know you. Talk to you. I want all of you, L…

Zac: All or nothing.

The delay in her response reflects her shock.

Love: Z…

Zac: Tell me you don’t feel it, too. I fucking dare you.

Love: I do. I feel everything.

Zac: Then what are you so afraid of?

I see her start to type a novel before erasing the whole thing. She repeats the process a few times, and it doesn’t take a Nobel Prize to understand she’s terrified to come clean. Five minutes later, the notification comes through.

Love: I can’t, I’m sorry.

Love: You can’t ever try to find out who I am, Z. Ever. It’s bigger than us now.

This is it.

Last stop on the pen pal train.

End. Of. The. Fucking. Line.

Zac: I won’t look for you, I promise.

Zac: But you can’t text me anymore.

She doesn’t waste a single second.

Love: What? Don’t say that. Please.

Love: Zac, you’re my best friend.