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Britta lies her chin atop Annie’s head. The younger woman’s arms wrapping themselves tightly around the other’s waist squeezing so tight Britta thinks she may suffocate; however, she doesn’t care. In fact, this is her ideal deathbed, here, in the arms of the person she loves…
Annie doesn’t know. Annie still doesn’t know, and if Britta doesn’t tell her now, she may never get to.
She tries mustering up the courage. Britta takes several deep breaths and squeezes her eyes shut as tightly as possible, but her anxiety still looms, a giant black shadow over the life she could have.