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"Then you're a better man than him," he replied, squeezing my shoulder. "And you deserve better."

"We just decided to call it a day,” I heard myself say, lying through my teeth to protect the reputation of a girl who didn't give a damn about mine.

"Do you think I'll be okay?" I whispered, feeling so damaged inside, I needed someone to reassure me. "Will I be able to get past this?"
"Hell yes you will," he replied confidently. "And if you get stuck on the path of getting past this, I'll be right behind you to push you over the line." He smiled encouragingly. "You've got this, Hugo Boss-man, and I've your back." His gray eyes shone with sincerity. "Always"

"I'm just glad I've got my friend back on a full-time basis. That shared custody of you was triggering bad memories for me" Chuckling, he added, "I’ll happily take full custody of you in the divorce, though."

It was Gibs whod picked me up off the ground after the breakup, and he was the one who sat with me during my darkest days-and there had been some dark fucking days. The shit I spurted after the breakup had been unhinged. I didn't dare think about it. Gibs never threw it back in my face, though.

He had more shit on me than any one of our friends, had lived through the worst of my days with me, and I knew with absolute certainty that he would take all of it to the grave.

The Killers' "Mr. Brightside" started to blast through the speakers then, and I sighed dejectedly, feeling like I was being personally attacked by the lyrics.
If I had just stayed home like Johnny had, then I wouldn't be sitting on a sixth year's couch with a full view of my own personal hell.
Liz was here, rubbing herself all over Pierce as they attempted to dance but kept stopping to maul the faces off each other.

After one final emotional glance, Hugh tore his eyes off mine and moved for the door, but he didn't turn off the music, leaving his stereo behind him to tell me all of the things his pride would never allow him to say.

I could feel the anger simmering off him; I could feel the hurt and silent accusations wafting out of his heart and right into mine.
This is your fault, he was telling me with his eyes. You did this to us.