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I think I might- no. I'll be honest here, if nowhere else. I love Oliver. I think I always have, ever since I heard that brogue from across the common room. What a damn cliche. And now he's leaving, and wants me to go along and I'm afraid to reach out for the possibilities he offers. One word of how he really feels and I'd follow him regardless of the inconveniences to myself or my job. He hinted at a future together, but it would break me if I were simply an easy lay, if it weren't deeper than just friends with benefits. And so I waffle. I can't decide if I'm strong enough to take the chance. If only he would talk to me, tell me what he's thinking, but he's been so busy and there hasn't been the time for a heart-to-heart. If I don't decide soon, the decision will be taken from me and he'll have to go. I should just ask him outright, but that takes courage as well.
Damn. I need a drink.
Damn. I need a drink.