𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

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"I'm. . sorry?" You weren't sure if you even felt apologetic.

Your quiet tone was questionable, as if you were confused rather than repentant for your mistake. You then looked around anxiously, unable to meet his ruby eyes that stared through you as though you were glass.

Were you always this transparent?

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