“You’re going to leave?” “Yep.” I tossed the word over my shoulder. “So that’s your answer? I’m pissed so you run away?” My feet slid to a halt on the gravel and I spun around. “I’m not running away.” He glared at me and sneered, “Sure feels like it. And I’d know, wouldn’t I?” Ouch. That was the first time he’d ever thrown the past in my face. How could he think I’d run away? I was giving him some space. I was taking some time to compose myself before we both ended up saying things we’d regret. How could he not see that? I guess he really hadn’t forgiven me for the mistakes I’d made, after
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Yikes that was super mean now I'm sad for her
