It's only us. (ON HOLD)
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"wow you look like shit, what happened? train wreck? car accident?" diego asked, as he pried at me.
"leave me alone." i muttered, wiping away my mascara from under my eyes," it's none of your concern, i wish you'd fuck off for once." i snapped.
he looked at me with a shocked expression," you really hate me, huh?" he asked.
"it's about time you realized i want absolutely nothing to do with you!"
"niara it's not this serious, cool it."
"you have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on with me, and i don't need you to tell me how to feel. go, away."
"i cant..." he said, clutching his fists tightly," i just, can't."
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