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"Th-that's dangerous..." You stuttered, your hand still securing my shoulder tightly.

I blink at you, unable to process the situation. Did I look like I was about to commit suicide—? I stand up straight as I bow shyly, "I-I'm sorry for misleading you."

You probably noticed how uncomfortable I was, so you pulled away your hand from my shoulder immediately. "Just... don't do that again."

I stare at your eyes, and you stare back at mine. I look away, knowing the possibility that tears may fall.

I nodded at your question, not trusting my voice. I hesitantly turned my back against you, already noticing the tears that were flowing down my cheeks.

Why do I feel this way? Why is it that my heart is slowly crumbling and aching? Or was it slowly returning to it's hopeful state?

I look down at my arm and see your shaking hand stopping me from turning back.

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