A Second Chance

I waited until the hiccups faded before daring to wipe my face and, with a deep, stuttering breath, look at Karasuma again.

"I don't . . . can't . . .think of you . . . as . . . as a friend . . ." I whispered softly. ". . . not . . . anymore . . ."

The tears came unbidden again, but I continued to talk.

I'm talking, talking out loud
My head, am I up in your cloud?
You're here, yet you're not here with me
I need to tell you before you are free

"Karasuma . . . I don't know . . . how you th- . . . think of me . . .but . . . even . . . even if . . . you . . . hate . . . me . . . I . . . I need . . . I need to tell you."