The look on his face said it all. I wasn't supposed to be there. He didn't want me there. "Why are you here?" His voice was cold as he spoke. I tried my best to hide the hurt I was feeling. "Does it matter?" I asked, playing with my bracelet. I looked up at him. He was expecting an answer from me but I had nothing.
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