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One week later

Mark

I sat there watching Seán, with his green hair and tattoos that I grew to love.
I sat there thinking over all those memories we shared, all the good things and the bad things...
But now;
He's out of my reach.

Felix came over to my table for a while, to try get him off my mind but we ended up just talking about him.
Felix quizzed me, asked me every single thing about him and I would just ramble about how beautiful he was and how toxic I am.
"How did you find out that he didn't love you?" Felix asked tentatively, I sighed sadly.
I explained that I saw him with a boy, discussing love at the coffee bean Cafe where we first met. And that I overheard the conversation that ruined my life;

"And you weren't in love with him?"

"No" he says, "I might have been in love with the idea of him. I might have loved the attention. But I didn't love him, and it seemed incredibly unfair for me to let someone love me when I don't feel the same way in return."

Those words, the simplest fucking sentences, fucked with me the most.

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