100 Years Project Anthology

of panic. I try to hide my smug smile. He’s not ready for this. I
don’t even know if I am. I take a deep breath and start reciting my
confession.
“Ev,” I start. He bristles at the nickname, but doesn’t respond.
“We’ve known each other for so long. I still remember the first time
we met, on the open day, when you spilt your coffee on me. After
then, I’ve never stopped thinking about you. I understand that it
might be too soon to say this, but I love you Ev.” I was no Romeo’s
Juliet, but I think it worked.
Evan stares at me like I’ve lost my head. He opens and closes his
mouth like a goldfish, but nothing comes out. I start to panic. He’s
not going to say anything. Time for Plan B.
“Oh no. It’s too soon, isn’t it. I’ve messed it all up. You probably hate
me now.” I sob.
He finally snaps out of his daze “No wait. I don’t hate you. I feel the
same way, Tilly.”
I clench my jaw. I hate being called Tilly. Touchè Evan.“Oh,” I laugh
shakily, “that’s a relief then.”
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