You have stage four of lung cancer and you don’t want to break his heart.

“Just friends, okay?” I hear you say and it makes me want to roll my eyes. I don’t want to just be your friend.

“No.” I quickly shut her down.

“Augustus, you need to understand what I’m saying—“ “-no, I do understand what I’m saying—“ “Just listen and hear me out—“

“Sophia, I wouldn’t mind. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.” I confess. It’s true. I want you. In every shape and form.