If you aren't numb, I hope you've known for a long time that I am concerned about you, Klark. My heart is squeezing, God. I'm ready for this to be over. With my throat blocked, I swallowed painfully. I'm unable to look at him. How does he manage to do what he does?

"That doesn't matter any longer," my lips trembled. What can he do if I respond? Is he aware that I like him if he isn't numb?

Is there anything he can do to stop saying "sorry" over and over? What happened between us that night was that he repented; what if I confessed to him that I...