“You’re always doing that,” he says softly. “You can’t even look at me.”
I sigh, forcing myself to meet his eyes. “Looking at you hurts.” The words are honest, blunt, and a muscle twitches in his jaw as he nods.
“Looking at you hurts me too.”
I’m going to put my head through the wall.
— Nov 15, 2025 08:56AM
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