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june 22nd.

I woke up seeing jacques standing by my door. I sat up so fast.

"Why are you in my room?!" I asked irritated already.

"Cause I wanted to apo-

"I don't care. Get out of my house." I got out of my bed to go push him out.

He closed the door making me scrunch my face up.

"Do you not know what get out means?!" I tried to pull him off so I could open the door.

He wasn't budging. On top of that, he wasn't even saying anything.

This time I wanted to hit him, and I did. He grabbed my hands before I could even do it a second time.

"I need to apologize. I see you blocked me on everything and shit when I tried to text you. I had to come to your house. I'm here, let me talk to you, please." He said softly.

His eyes looked puffy.

I don't know why though. He did it.

"I'll listen to you, but I don't want to talk to you again after this." I mumbled.

"Whachu mean?"

I rolled my eyes putting my weight on my left leg.

"I don't want to communicate with you anymore."

These are my emotions talking I'm sure, but I don't want to continue on like he didn't just break my heart.

I protected my heart so good, and the one time I let my guard down I end up crying my eyes out all night about him and that ended up being everything bad in my life.

He was silent for a second. "Ever?"

I nodded hesitantly even though I didn't want too.

"Fuck."

I saw his eyes start watering which of course started mine. Before I cave in and hug him I went to my bed in hopes he would follow.

He did eventually.

I never really saw him cry before.

I hate this.

"Why did you kiss me?" I asked to start the conversation.

"Cause I got feelings for you, I was drunk, and you looked so fucking bad, I couldn't help it." He stared at the ceiling while saying it.

So I'm not crazy?

"Why did you run away? What happened?"

I watched him take a deep breath still staring at my ceiling. I reached over a little and moved his chin towards me. I hate when people don't give eye contact in a serious conversation.

"Look at me, please."

My heart hurt seeing him cry. Sometimes I wished I didn't have so much empathy for everyone no matter what. It was even worse because he was just letting them fall.

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