"Can we please just talk?" He says grabbing my shoulder. I shrug him off and keep walking. "There's nothing to talk about." This is the way it should be. So why does it hurt so much? "Babe please," he begs, gently gripping my hand, making me come to a halt. I take a deep breath. I know this will hurt. Not just him. Me as well. But I have to for all our sakes. "Don't fucking call me that," I say wothout looking at him, "don't touch me," I yank my hand out of his with ease while turning to him, "and don't ever speak to me again." Tears well up in his eyes, and I feel a pang in my heart. I take a deep breath again and put on my most convincing angry face. "I fucking hate you Jeon." I turn away to quickly hide the tears that threaten to fall down my cheeks, pulling my gun out of my holster and catching up with fhe rest of the group.All Rights Reserved
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