A/N: I'm starting to wrap everything up. Here's another chapter.

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"So, you said you wanted to tell me something?" Wednesday asked Stanley when he came over a few weeks later.

He nodded. He was going to tell her. He was going to tell her everything.

"Well," he began, leaning onto the table. "I never told you this, but my parents fight constantly."

She smirked. "I guess they're not as perfect as they want people to believe, huh?"

He sighed. "Well, yes. Anyway, my father can't take it anymore. They're getting a divorce." He swallowed. "He's going back to London on Tuesday, and I might accompany him, according to . . . according to your reaction to what I'm about to tell you."

"Okay. Spit it out."

There was a long silence.

"I – ever since I first saw you – I love you."

"What?" she burst, aghast.

He had opened this door and now he couldn't shut it. "Yes. I love you more than anything or anyone. I love everything about you and I want nothing more than to see your face. I think about you constantly. I can't stand to see you with anyone else. You're the sun in my sky, the coffee in my cup, the air in my lungs. I would do anything for you. I – I just love you."

She didn't react like he thought she would. He had hoped she would leap into his arms and declare undying devotion, but he had expected her to laugh at him.

Instead, she got angry. She stood up. "Why didn't you tell me this before?" she demanded. "Why didn't you tell me this a long time ago? Why did you have to heap this on me now?"

"I was afraid," he said softly. She stabbed him deeper than any knife could.

She fell back into her chair. "Just go away. I don't want to see you ever again."

He bit down hard on his lip, trying not to cry. He had just given her his heart, and she had ripped it to shreds. He swallowed, getting up. He spun around, tears streaming down his face. He walked away, not seeing her cry, too.