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“The day before yesterday, your ex asked me to speak to him in private. Of course, I agreed to. Oh, don’t give me that look, you know I can’t say no. Anyways, he wanted to persuade me into believing his side of the story about the fight between you two. He is a horrible liar, and an even worse boyfriend, no wonder you broke up with him, he’s horrible! Right before he left, he says that you would be getting what was coming to you-“

I never expected things to go this way.” I say, while my mind is engulfed with memories. “Not like this, no. No. I. I just can't, okay? I'm sorry, but I can't go along with this anymore. Too much innocent blood stains both of our hands now, and all for this? Constant misery form the memories we can't get out of our mind? Why would I want this now? I can't, I'm done." I proclaim, brushing past her quickly, trying to make a quick exit to no avail, I hear her heels clink until they block my path as she grabs hold of my face.

I never thought things would end up this way, you are gone and my heart is broken.

My body halts up immediately at the sound of the familiar voice and without warning vague memories of the past hours flood back into my brain , the panic , the need for survival , the hell .

I’m really getting annoyed that this situation is going the way it is . . . Your life is NOT going to end. You’ll move on and I’ll move on. But, apparently, you don’t respect my decision . . . I NEVER wanted to end this like this, so hostile and cold . . . Hate me if you will. But you should remember that I could never hate you.

“I’m saying I’m sorry that I can’t be what you need.” Her mouth opens to reply. I cover her mouth with a finger, forbidding her to interrupt. “I don’t think I have it in me. I’m not built that way,” I tell her.

“Hi,” I try to keep my voice deep but I know I sound more like a little boy with a stutter.

At the end, I think you knew that, and though you accused me with words and violence, I remained faithful for the few years we had. Even if I begged you to release me, your jealousy and your desire to feel young again would never have allowed you to let me go.

“Are you okay? You seem quiet.” Bender mumbled as he watched me carefully after I didn’t say anything for another minute.

You smile wide, sure that he would see your confession as something positive, sure that the feelings are reciprocated. You love him and you’re almost certain he loves you too, however the dark look on his face says otherwise. You want to ask him if he’s alright, but before you could say anything, he sighs, rolling his eyes in the process.

I'm so awkward he probably never wants to speak to me again, I think to myself. We all immediately stand up from the bench. My eyes dart from one thing to another, worrying about what he'd think of me.

`“I’ll understand if you would to stop loving me and leave my side, it's just I didn’t couldn’t live with this guilt anymore, I’m sorry”, I started to cry tears.

We walked in a comfortable silence before I made us stop outside the school library, I need to know what he remembers and how he feels about me. “Um, Camilla, I'm pretty sure is this the library, not the science lab.” “Uh. It's camEEla. And I know, I just.” I took a deep breath before I continued. “Do you remember anything about us, or how you were in school before the accident?” “Um. N-no. Not really. Why?” “Well. Um. I'm gonna tell you everything, but can you do me a favor and try not to ask any questions until after I finish telling you everything?” “Yeah of course.” “Um. Okay. Well, for starters, I'm your girlfriend, and you used to be a really bad person. We both were, but you were worst than me. You would lock people in their locker, shove people for no reason when they walked past you, and one time you got suspended for going into the girl’s locker room and taking all their clothes and putting it in the cafeteria. And before you were attacked I was gonna break up with you because you were a real jerk and the feelings that I had for you aren’t there anymore, and now I don’t know what to do because I know that you’re not the same person you were before and I think I have feelings for someone else bu-” “Camila. slow down, I think we should break up too, at least for now. Until I get situated with actually being conscious. I mean, you’re beautiful and

“Hey”he says barely able to get the word out of his mouth, “h-how you doing?”

IM just going to do it i know your answer, however i just want to give it a try before i leave... because i need to know... what exactly i just need to know. however im sitting here with tears in my eyes, as i wonder what to do.. ive lost everything getting to this point... but you have given me hope... i already have my plan. and i know you will be here for atleast another year, however Crystal, will you do me the honor of accepting my offer and Taking me me to be yours once again, may it be the last time or the once that last for an eternity, i just want to know if you will take me. if so thank if not i understand its just i dont want to live my life without you... you make is so unbearable. the whole year after we broke up i couldnt stop thinking about you and all the lies i had to tell for you to hate me, now look at me i sti here and fractically attempt to get you not to hate me more then you already do. i know this is rather fast for me but i need to know if what im doing si correct, because i know im completly wrong in my endevours.... in al but one. that being you...