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“You can’t make me choose between you and her.” He says quietly, looking down at the floor in shame.
“..Why?”
“..Because I’ll choose her.” My heart drops in my chest when I hear those words come out of his mouth. I feel like Im going to vomit. I loved him. I fucking loved him. And he loved me back. At least he said he did.
“Then go. Leave. Go have her. I never want to see your face again.” I say, starting to tear up. Without another word, he stands up, takes his bag, and leaves.