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"haine, please let me escort you it's already night an—"

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"haine, please let
me escort you it's
already night an—"

"fuck off"

"hey! i know that it
was my fault but you
don't have to make a
big deal of this, you
don't even kno—"

"not a big deal? what the fuck?"

"yah! I'm only saying
the truth!"

"oh, the truth? You want to know the truth? It isn't just a small thing for me! If you think that way well news flash, i don't!"

"why is it always
about that freshman
boy?!"

"cause he's important for me!"

The tears in my eyes fell.

"..."

"He was the  first one to pick me up when no one would even dare to look at the ugly twin! He was the only one who stayed by me when nobody was there—he talked to me, he played with me, he was the first one to show me that I don't need to be .... to be perfect just like my sister"

"but i am here! I was
here way long before
he did! I was always
looking out for you!
when you came in this
school—that was the
happiest day in my
life—but why, why
would you still look
for that freshman?!"

"i told you many times, i don't know you!"

"you know me! You just
don't remember when!
We met before!"

"i don't care!"

His eyes widened as his lips pursed into a straight line. The boy looked like he was about to cry but it didn't shake me off.

"and when you decided to take the different route on that day, he was waiting for me at the entrance for almost five hours straight and you don't even know how miserable he looked"

"i—"

"i'm so mad at you and i want to slap you but i can't"

"look, i'm sorry
but put you—"

"just stop"

"no!"

"why, just fucking tell me why?!"

"i like you!"

"wh—"

"i like you and you
don't know how much
that freshman boy gets
in my nerves. you said
you don't know me?
Well, let this be a
lesson to you"

His hand made it's way on my collar as i felt it brush on the back of my neck, before i knew it—his lips met mine.

Haine: please, forgive me

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