The Heart On Fire

"Why?" She asked him, curiously looking up at him. He moved an inch closer to her, just a little but surely invading her personal space and leaned down at her level to meet her face-to-face. His now hot breathing, on her face caressing her cheek and the corner of her lips. He rasped, "cute."
Audible enough for her to hear him due to the lack of distance between them. His lips tugged in a smile enough to set her 'heart on fire'.
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'He liked it. He liked her. He liked her short height. He liked how he held her small hands in his. He liked how her brownish black raven hair floated in air every time a breeze would come. He liked answering all of her curious and confused 'whys'. Well...
That's what SHE THOUGHT.
Everything seemed to be too good for her. Too good and sweet that it felt surrealist to even have faith in.
Then, something turns...
The table. The things between them.
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"Why!?"
"Why her!?"
"Why not me!?"
"Why did you do this!?"
"Is it because I am not good enough, not pretty, not rich, not healthy!?"
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"Yes!"
"I never ever intended to even cross your path!"
"I loathe you!"
"You disgust me with that pathetic living of yours!"
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"Y-you said that, you l-loved me. Then...why?"
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"I never loved you in the first place to begin with!"
"And from where did you get the guts that you are asking me that 'why' of yours?"
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"Just why?"
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"You really want to know, huh?"
"All that I did for you, was not because I loved you or cared for you."
"It was because..."