Beth asked for time. How long does she need? A day? A week? Hours? Any amount is too long when the girl I'm falling for had tears in her eyes.
by Katie McGarry
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In "Dare You To" by Katie McGarry, the protagonist, Beth, finds herself in a moment of emotional turmoil, prompting her to ask for time away from those she cares about. This request leaves the narrator feeling anxious and uncertain about how long she will need. Whether it's just a day or a week, every moment feels prolonged when the one he cares about is visibly distressed. The narrator grapples with the intensity of his feelings for Beth, observing the impact of her tears on his heart. The urgency of the situation amplifies his worry, making him realize that waiting is painful when it involves someone he is falling deeply for. Time becomes a heavy burden when tied to the emotional state of someone you love.

In "Dare You To" by Katie McGarry, the protagonist, Beth, finds herself in a moment of emotional turmoil, prompting her to ask for time away from those she cares about. This request leaves the narrator feeling anxious and uncertain about how long she will need. Whether it's just a day or a week, every moment feels prolonged when the one he cares about is visibly distressed.

The narrator grapples with the intensity of his feelings for Beth, observing the impact of her tears on his heart. The urgency of the situation amplifies his worry, making him realize that waiting is painful when it involves someone he is falling deeply for. Time becomes a heavy burden when tied to the emotional state of someone you love.

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