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"please, don't be mad at me..." you pleaded, closing my book, palms hitting the top.

"i can't not be upset," i said in retaliation, hands fiddling with your hoodie

i was

still wearing

        your

hoodie.

"i love you! i love you so much that you're the only thing that i've been thinking about!"

"sir, i need you to sit down," the sub informed you.

you stayed standing,

"i love you but you don't seem to get that! you don't get that if you love someone so much, you'd do anything to help them."

i stayed silent.

i wanted to say something,

but i was afraid that it'd be

         heldagainstme.

"sir, please sit down before i call the office." she warned again

her face slightly red as she kept her hard demeanor.

  s i l e n c e.

and as i averted my gaze, your hand came up to cup my chin.

     and i'll never forgive myself.

i'll

  never

      f o r g i v e

   myself

for... flinching.

and the hurt casted a shadow.

a shadow

                     over your flawless face.

i'm

s o r r y.