Stay with Me
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- Chapitres 2
"What has gotten into you?! You used to be so sweet and caring! You loved me and I loved you, where's it gone?! Answer me, god dammit!" I raged at the obviously fuming lad who stood in front of me, staring deeply into my eyes with his brows furrowed with frustration.
"People change! You hear me? People change." He screamed back at me as he clenched his fists. His lips snarled with rage as he stormed out the room, vowing never to return.
His actions left me stunned, I wasn't expecting him to actually leave.
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