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"I-I'm sorry." Was all I could think to say.

The tears were falling.

And I'd never felt so weak.

So pathetic.

It had been years.

Years since I'd done this.

It embarrassed me that such simple words.

Such meaningless words.

Caused me to relapse again.

"I-I'm sorry- it's just, th-they're right." I practically sobbed.

"M'not pretty enough-"

My sentence was cut off.

By you.

You who had encircled your hands around my wrists.

"Don't finish that sentence." You warned.

But the tears wouldn't stop.

Because all I could see was you.

Middle school you.

And all I could see was me.

Middle school me.

Middle school me skipping meals for the first time.

Middle school me throwing up for the first time.

And all I could see was history repeating itself.

"You remember what I told you in middle school?" You spoke.

I nodded my head.

The thought of what you had said.

The thought of you saying you'll love me no matter what.

It was healing.

Relieving.

Easing.

"Exactly, and that'll never change. So ignore Rosé-"

"R-Rosé?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

You sighed.

๑ "She was the person who was writing those letters." ๑