Hate I don't know what's gotten into me and why I did that. I just felt the need to rely on someone, to ease the heaviness inside me. And he was the one who was there, in front of me. His manly scent filled my nose. It's intoxicating that I almost forgot why I am doing this. It took me a while to calm myself. He kept hugging me, comforting me. Silence filled both of us until I realized what I just did. I quickly let go and wiped my tears. "I'm sorry," my voice hoarse from all the crying. Now that I've cleared my head, I've only realized how shameful what I did was. He didn't say anything. He kept staring at me, with pity in his eyes. Seeing him pity me is insulting. But anyone would probably feel the same way. After all, he heard my confession and how I got rejected, not just once but twice. "Don't look at me like that. I don't need pity. Also, everything doesn't end here," I said firmly. He scoffed and smirked sarcastically, but I saw the anger that immediately appeared on his
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