“Are you alright?” Darius asked me, clasping my hand, the robe intended for me gripped in his fist. I reached out and took it from him, looking away as I shrugged it on. “What difference would that make to you?” I asked coldly. I couldn’t believe I’d actually let myself fall for his shit again. Every time I got an inch closer to him it blew up in my face.
No fucking way shes blaming him for this
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