Seth tilted his head to the side as he stared at me. What did you just say?Taking another step back, I glanced at the door. Could I make a run for it? Seth could definitely catch me, but right now, he probably didn't want to.Josie?My heart stuttered at the raw quality of his voice. I wanted to deny that I'd uttered those words, but I couldn't. How could I when it was the truth, and it wasn't like I could take those words back. I couldn't.Lowering my hand, I drew in a shallow breath. I love you; I'm in love with you.Seth jerked like I'd punched him. You can't love me.
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Seth looked at me in disbelief after I revealed my feelings, prompting me to question my decision. I took a step back, contemplating my escape, but I knew he could easily catch me if he wanted to. The tension was palpable, and I was unsure of how he would react to my confession, fearing it would change everything between us.

When he called my name, I felt a rush of emotions that I couldn’t ignore. I tried to convince myself to take back my words, but it was too late. I admitted my true feelings, “I love you; I'm in love with you,” knowing that the sincerity of my confession would have consequences. Seth's stunned reaction made me realize the weight of what I had said, as his response was a painful denial, leaving me at a crossroads.

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