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Jack just stayed silent as she said her piece. He sat on the edge of the tub, the spot he had spent over thirty minutes at. He looked at his feet, his eyes finally drying up. He wasn’t sure if he was just calming down or if his eyes simply had no more tears left to cry. He tapped the toes of his shoes together, his hands holding each other. He let her catch her breath and sat silent for a moment. He finally cleared his throat, his voice finally finished cracking- though it was very scratchy and hoarse. “Why do you hate me so much?” He asked, his eyes glued to his hands.
「 ☾ — 」 at his question, the blonde spun around on her feet to look at him. her brows furrowed, head tilted to the side. “ what are you talking about ? i don’t hate you. ” she shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest. their friendship seemed to be a distant thing in the past, something that might be unsalvageable. but there was no way that the blonde would ever describe her feelings towards jack as hateful. “ we grew apart. ” she looked down at her shoes, focused on the laces crossing over each other as if it were the most fascinating thing ever. “ i don’t hate you. ” she repeated, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
