His fingers tightened around mine.
« You’re an idiot. »
« With him, I felt like something he wanted to display, » I said. « With you, I feel like a person. »
I remember thinking, clearly and calmly, that I had made the right choice.
That’s when Daniel went still.
His hand slipped from mine. He stared at the table, then reached into the inside pocket of his jacket.
« Daniel? »
His fingers shook as he pulled out a folded piece of thick paper.
« Sav, » he said, his voice unsteady, « there’s something you don’t know about me. »
« With you, I feel like a person. »
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