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"Who said that I love you?" he said mockingly, a cruel edge slicing through the air between us. "You are nothing more than an unwanted burden in my life. Don't ever touch my things, understand?"
He stared deep into my eyes, his gaze burning with pure fury. Hot, betraying tears welled up, instantly blurring my vision until his sharp features became a hazy outline.
"Answer me," he demanded, his grip tightening around my arm until a sharp ache shot through my skin.
"Y-e--s," I stammered, frantically trying to pry his fingers away from my bruised flesh.
With a cold scoff, he shoved my hand away, the sudden detachment hurting far worse than the grip itself.
Just one minute ago, the world had felt warm and full of unspoken promise. Now, standing here in the wreckage of our shattered facade, I could only cry over the cruel joke of my fate.

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