Allison
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You weren't even in the room for it. It was a VN, played by a friend you were in conversation with.
They don't know anything about us. You made sure. I made sure.
But that single moment derailed my mind completely, and all I felt was anger. Anger that you could on about your day, talk of mundane things, live life as if nothing had changed. Anger that I still couldn't do any of that.
That even after half a year, I can still feel the cracks in my heart.
I hate myself, for still letting you have power over my emotions, so much so that I'm lying awake at midnight turning over that anger like an equation I could solve.
I hate it.
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