He should hate me. Not her. Me. I’m the cause of this. Shoulders hunched, all I can do is keep nodding, and take the verbal beating I suddenly realize has been a long time coming. Because with each agonized, forced out word from Jeremy’s snarled mouth— Jeremy, who’s always struggled to fight back, to let himself feel angry and hurt. Jeremy, who has never once looked at me like he’s looking at me now, like he really does mean it when he says he hates me. Jeremy, who’s always looked at me like I was his hero, like someone worthy of his admiration, of his friendship, of his time… The gravity of
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