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xvii.

you never will, daisy.

you say you don't,

but i know you do.

you say the two of you are

"just friends"

i'm not a fucking idiot.

i wasn't born yesterday.

i see

the way

he looks at you.

why

do you have to be

so

f u c k i n g

oblivious?

i confronted him,

and i

wasn't

in

the best mood

that day.

he was

confused,

as to why

i was being so

rude

and

cryptic.

tell me, daisy.

would you behave this way

if you were afraid

that the person

i was always with

would

h u r t

me

in some way?

i wonder.

i don't want

you getting hurt.

there was always

a tug in the center of my gut,

which led my subconscious to tell me,

"this one's trouble, alex. be careful."

and careful i was.

so i confronted him.

and..

he

D E N I E D

it.

i could hardly

believe my ears.

but his eyes

spoke the truth.

why?

his loyalty to you as a friend.

so i stood in disbelief,

and acknowledged

his words of truth.

but that didn't change the fact

that you two were always together.

and why did this affect me so much?

because there are times

where i just think to myself,

"i care too fucking much."

and

that's

the

cold,

hard

truth.