![]() ![]() “Say it, damn it! Say you love me! Say it, say it, say it, say it!” His voice went hoarse from screaming as he pounded his chest. ![]() I gasped, and he righted himself and stared me down, his face twisting with rage. “No, no, no, I don’t think so, not until you tell me!” He moved to the ledge of the bridge and leaned over, laughing, swaying, and dipping his feet below the edge, making a giant joke out of nearly killing himself. “Tay…” I licked my lips and tried to maintain a sense of calm. He was high on pills then again, he was always high on pills. ![]() “TELL ME YOU love me!” he screamed, fists clenched. Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords: but, like all other pleasures immoderately enjoyed, the excesses of hope must be expiated by pain. ![]() Except for review purposes, the reproduction of this book in whole or part, electronically or mechanically, constitutes a copyright violation. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are assumed to be the property of their respective owners, and are used only for reference. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. ![]()
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