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I Shouldn't Have

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Why didn't she want to tell me who did it? I understood not talking about it, but I wanted to hold the person responsible. Personally.

Seeing her back this morning did something to me. A dangerous rage I hadn't known since the day my mother died resurfaced, and I wanted fucking blood. I could do it too. I could make whoever was responsible pay dearly and get away with it. I studied law, and I knew full well what I was capable of.

But she wouldn't tell me. I couldn't exactly blame her. Did I really even care?

Fuck. I did. I did fucking care. I didn't want to care but I guess I just couldn't help my damn self now could I?

I found myself thinking about her all day, wondering what her troubles were. Her worries. Her likes and dislikes. If she ate enough, or drank enough water. It was getting ridiculous. I tried to tell myself to get a grip but in the end, she felt like the grip. Seeing her back was just the nail in the coffin and an overwhelming urge to protect her flooded my vein
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