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I'm so mad at them cause they don't care about me " I whisper and lower my gaze I see his hands curl into fist "Are you done? Was that even my concern?" my eyes widen in his responce I thought he's going to hug me or some sort of guys doing when the girl is going to break down Though I was wrong " I don't care if they're selfish enough to not care about you cause you're selfish too, you don't even bother to concern to the people surrounds you! What if they'll find you here? What if they hurt my sister cause they thought we kidnap you! You only worried about yourself and you only care about yourself-" he did not finish his sentence cause I slap him hard "You don't know me so don't judge me" I gritted through my teeth "Oh really?" He says while rubbing the part that I slapped " Cause the way you needed attention and the way you defeated yourself I know the kind of girl like you! Your some sort of girl who always want the people bow to you! " the words he said is like a knife that s
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"Mae, show me." He demanded. I knew this would come up someday. My scars are from years ago when I wasn't happy with myself, or happy with anything really. I'm better now but I still don't like showing them to people. Most people ignore them but I knew once Ash saw them that he was going to ask. "Mae." He says again. What if he doesn't like them? What if he thinks they're ugly? What if he hears the story of them and decides he doesn't want me anymore? What do I do then? ... I slowly took off my jacket and showed him my wrist. "Why would you ever do that darling?" Tears started forming in my eyes. "I'm sorry. It was years ago when I wasn't happy and it's a long story." "Darling, look at me." He told me, lifting my chin. "I'm not mad at you. How long has it been since you've done that?" "Five years." "That's amazing, Mae." "You don't hate them?" "I hate that you felt the need to do that, but no, I don't hate them." He kissed my forehead, calming me down.

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