"You-"
"I'm sorry! Please!"
"No, back off!"
"Just hear me out-"
"No. You're- you're disgusting. Get out of my sight."
"I'll do anything, please don't hate me."
"Then tell them about- about this."
"I can't. Anything but that, please."
"And why not! Tell me, why."
Silence.
"That's what I thought. Tell them, and we'll see about me not hating you."
A moment of silence, then, "I thought we meant something to each other."
"We do, but what you did- it's unforgivable."
"I'm sorry."
"You wish you were. Keep away from me. Freak."
And that hurt most of all. One walked away while the other curled up and cried.
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Inktobers
NouvellesHi! So this book will have all my Inktober stories over the years. I might be a little behind though, so sorry if I am (U • _ •)
