What Hurts The Most Party Three Of Three

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I walked around London in the dark, I didn't want to go home, because I knew as soon as I did I would break down. I regret going out, I regret ever meeting Y//F/M/Y. Why, why did he kiss me. Why didn't I hit him. I began to feel a pain on my shoulders. I pulled my sleeve down to reveal purple hand marks on my shoulders from where Y/F/M/Y grabbed me. I sighed to myself continuing to walk. I looked up to a tall building. The roof seemed a good place to sit. I walked around the building, looking for a pair of steps to take me up. I found them and made my way up to the top. As I reached the top I began to feel slight drops hitting me. Great it's raining. I sighed again to myself before sitting against a stone building on top of the roof, which will lead you up here from inside. Bringing my knees up to myself, I began to cry. Why me? Why did he have to kiss me. Thoughts flew around my head until I heard a voice.

"Are you okay?"

I lifted my head to see where the voice had come from. It was a young man around his thirties. I nodded.

"No you're not. Tell me everything." He said, sitting next to me.

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