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It'd probably been around 4 months id known you, you'd become my best friend, with you, all my fears fell away, I was unstoppable, only you could break me.

I remember a couple days before my birthday I had told you I wanted no more than to be with you, in my own head I considered that statement to be romantic, in yours, you had taken it on the more platonic route, which I was okay with, I wasn't willing to loose my rock to some stupid feeling I had never felt before, nor would I have ever forced those feelings on you.

That same day, I decided to walk you home, instead of our usual drop off arrangements, on the way though, a girl with strangely pink hair grabbed your arm (I am yet to know her name) I felt a surge of jealousy, who was she? Why was she hugging you? How could she have touched something that was mine?!
You could somehow tell that I was uncomfortable, no matter how hard id try to conceal my feelings, you'd read me like an open book, it was nice, but at the same time, quite infuriating, I couldn't keep anything from you at that point anymore.

Noticing my uncomforted expression, you forced her to let go and grabbed my hand and walked off, you never did explain to me who she was, nor how you knew her, we walked to your house in silence after that interaction. I yearned to hear your voice on that awkward walk, but wed reached your place before I could've said anything. I had tried pulling you into a hug, you had just dodged me... you walked to your door and left me with a simple wave goodbye, no words, no hug, not even a punch to the arm like you would usually do, just a simple, half-hearted wave...

I walked home alone after your irritating goodbye. That was the first mistake I had made, and probably the worst one aswell. The person id coincidentally seen, leaving me frozen with utter shock and horror on my face, was someone who I would've never been able to say no to.

That person.. That god awful person, the one who put me through hell, tortured me and made me a doll of his control, the person who tore me apart... my old boss.

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