When person A loves person B," he began, "person A gets upset at the thought of never seeing person B again." He meant me. He meant he loved me. But now I knew that love was a poisonous thing. It had turned me into a murderer. I would die with my secret before I would tell. "It's better that way," I lied, "because person B doesn't love person A back.

— Cherie Bennett

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