“DYLAN, PLEASE STOP, DON’T MAKE ME HATE YOU!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, the sound echoing through the room. The energy surged through my body, desperation fueling my voice. In that moment, Dylan froze in mid-air, his hands slowly releasing their grip on mine. It was as if he was slowly regaining his senses. As he took each step back, his eyes were bloodshot, his face hardened and emotionless. Despite being five feet away, his cold aura still enveloped me, sending shivers down my spine. His anger was palpable, and I braced myself for another possible attack. But to my surprise, he walked over and sat down on the coffee table, his head buried in his palms. I couldn’t see his face, as he covered it with his hands, but his frustration was evident as he muttered, “What the hell am I doing?” “Daisy, am I really that terrible? Can’t you just love me instead of him? God, what am I even doing, forcing someone who doesn’t even want me,” he said, his hands trembling as he slo
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