"It's a long story." He wouldn't look at me. Roman Anderson- the boy I had loved. Past tense. The only feeling I possessed for him right now was hate. A burning emotion that left a bitter taste in my mouth. "You let me think, no you led me to think, that you were dead. For a whole year. I have time." I noted coldly, willing him to swallow his feckless cowardice and for God's sake look at me. When he did, I forced myself to meet his steady gaze. His expression was fathomless; a stark contrast to the way he used to wear his heart readily on his sleeve. I stared back, unwilling to look away. "It's complicated."
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