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“It’s hard, isn’t it? And if it’s not hard, then it makes you feel guilty.”
Parker cocked her head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“The pain. The grief. For the first few days after someone dies, it feels like you’ll never smile or laugh again. Then something or someone happens, and it brings a smile to your face or a laugh escapes, and it feels so amazing … until you realize you’re doing it, and …”
“And the grief rushes back in to steal it, or the guilt just …”
“Oh the guilt…” Levi pushed a long breath out his nose “…it’s the worst. As if the grief isn’t enough, guilt sits on your conscience asking you, ‘What the hell are you so happy about?’ But I think we should rebel. What do you think?”
“Rebel?”
Levi sat up straight. “Let’s smile. Not the guilty, courteous one that we’ve been sharing with everyone else today. The kind that physically hurts your face after a few seconds. The kind that will leave all the muscles in our faces sore for the next hour. It will be our little secret.”
kendimle iddaya girdim, Levi'yi sevmicem.
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iddiayı kaybettim. :P :'(
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