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“Especially if you like him, and he likes you…”
    As she talked, Sharon tried to figure out why Angela wasn’t smiling, or off in her bed with the stranger. To her logic, the two should be a match made in heaven, especially after Sharon seen how attractive he was. Angela just shook her head and sighed, trying to wipe the tears away but only succeeding in smearing them across her face.
    “He ran away,” she whispered.
    This took a few moments to process through the alcohol Sharon had built up in her system. Eventually, something clicked, but it still didn’t make sense.
    “He…what?”
    “He ran away. We were talking, and he finally told me his name and he said all these things, and then he hugged me but when I kissed him he…he looked terrified. It was like I’d threatened to…emasculate him or something. And then he just ran away. I don’t know what I did; I thought he wanted me to. I…” Angela trailed off, fighting back tears as her mind was forced to go over again what had happened with Tuyen.
    Sharon sighed softly and pulled Angela into a hug, before she helped her up and led her back inside. Once in her room, Angela flopped onto her bed and gave up the struggle against the tears, letting out a low, keening sob as she unconsciously hugged the toy cat Tuyen had given her months ago.
    Sharon watched uncomfortably, wanting to comfort her friend but not knowing how. Admittedly, she was drunk, but no matter which way Sharon looked at the situation, it just didn’t make sense. The guy clearly likes Angela , she thought. So why invest so much time in a girl only to run away when she tried to kiss him? Sharon shook her head to herself and cautiously rested a hand on Angela’s shoulder, waiting for the sobs to abate before she spoke.
    “Hon,” she tried to think of the right thing to say. “Boys are…well, stupid. They usually—”
    “Get it right with their first impression and then promptly fuck it up.” Angela finished softly. Sharon blinked a couple of times, the words taken from her mouth.
    “Well, yeah. How did you guess?”
    “‘s what he told me the first time we met. After Aaron cheated on me.”
    “Well, he’s right. Aaron was an idiot for giving you up.”
    “Yeah. But I thought this one’d be different. ‘specially after all the gifts and stuff…”
    “Well then, he’s not as smart as we thought.” Sharon grinned wryly for her friend, the effort in vain as Angela kept her back to her. When she didn’t respond, Sharon continued. “You’re a great girl, Ange. The only possible explanation for him running away is that he just fulfilled his own prophecy.” Sharon paused to think about it. “Either that, or he’s gay.”
    “I thought he’d be different,” Angela repeated softly. The girls were silent for a moment, before Angela sniffed and shifted onto her back to stare at the ceiling.
    “Go sleep,” she told Sharon, eyes never leaving the ceiling. “I think I saw a free couch in the living room.”
    Sharon looked at her friend for a moment, before sighing sadly and getting up from the bed.
    “You should sleep too, you know,” she remarked. “Things’ll probably make more sense in the morning, hon.”
    Angela snorted and rolled back over to her side, turning her back on Sharon. Shaking her head, Sharon let herself out of the room without another word, closing the bedroom door with a soft click behind her. She stood at the door and listened for a moment, not really sure for what she was listening, but still. Eventually, she gave up and moved down the hall in search of the apparently empty couch.
    Alone in her room, Angela waited until she heard Sharon’s footsteps move down the hallway before she sat up on the edge of her bed and wiped her eyes. Looking blankly at the cat she’d been crying into, Angela hissed under her breath and tossed it into a corner. Everything in her room sang of his memory; it was too much to take. Her head pounded dully, the ache matching the