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>That Friday, I pulled her into my room
>"So I Googled the thing about bicorn hymens, and I'm not getting so much as an urban legend. Mind telling me what's going on?"
>She smiled, this time a lot sadder than the last.
>"Remember that time when I told you I loved you, and you said that I didn't know what love was? That it was about more than just infatuation, but wanting the best for them, and becoming a better person because of them? Well, I wanted the best for you."
>"The first infatuation that my kind feel is something that tends to overwhelm us. It felt like my very soul was on fire whenever I realized you didn't feel the same way that I did. But eventually, we get over it, put ourselves together, and move on. The second time doesn't hurt nearly as bad."
>"So someone had to be the first, and i didn't want you to feel too broken up about it. It would have made for a better story if you thought I was some fetishist instead."
>I really didn't know what the fuck was going on anymore.
>I brushed my hand against her face and felt her tears dripping down.
>"I think an even better story would be the one where we went on a date and got to know each other."
>"Please don't play with me like this, Anon", she said, looking genuinely scared. "I can't handle Taco Tuesday again. Not if I start to trust you."
>"I don't know if I'll ever hurt you again, Mary, that's the reality of relationships. But I can promise that I'll never do it on purpose. Not like last time."
>She took my hand in hers, and smiled. It made me happy.