I probably don’t like you. And I suck at pretending.
“I don’t want him to be buried with long nails,” I said.
I shook my head. Once our families knew, it would be real.
… also needed him to stay. It was as if I had the delusion that he was somehow able to reverse this. He remained there for a few more awkward minutes then made his excuses and left the room with a final “Sorry.”