[He's been avoiding it for a long time. Even now, when he knows this might be his last chance, the words are stuck in his throat, behind walls and walls of fear and shame. He watches the snowflakes dance in the wind around him, and is silent for longer than he realises before he finally cracks the shell and lets the words fall out.
He closes his eyes. There's still a part of him that's afraid America will hang up in disgust.] I really love you. Sorry I never said it sooner.
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He closes his eyes. There's still a part of him that's afraid America will hang up in disgust.] I really love you. Sorry I never said it sooner.