My Best Friend Never Grew Past Age Eight, and No One Believed He’d Find Love — But I Did

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Zahara found the venue manager, who brought a key.

When the door opened, Noah was sitting on the floor in his wedding suit.

The old purple-crayon pact rested in his hands.

He looked up at me with red eyes.

“I am releasing you from it,” he said.

My heart cracked.

“What?”

“You do not have to carry me as your burden anymore.”

I knelt in front of him.

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