There were hard days, of course. Days when Olivia’s mother called and asked if she’d met any “nice boys.” Days when Elina held Olivia in a stairwell while she cried, not because their love was wrong, but because the world could be so slow to catch up. But even then, even in the ache, Elina never doubted. She would wait. They both would.
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“Done what?” Elina asked, though she knew. There were hard days, of course
“I’ve never done this before,” Olivia admitted, her voice so low it was almost a confession. She would wait
“Felt something I wasn’t supposed to feel.”
“Do you think we’ll always be us?” Olivia asked.
“Sorry,” Olivia whispered, but she wasn’t sorry at all.