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She shakes her head. “The only thing I felt was someone using me as an escape in order to avoid their own problems.”
“I don't—”
“That's just it...you don't.” She starts walking toward the door. “You don't care how your actions affect other people. You don't care about the damage you leave behind. The only thing you care about is yourself.”
“Kit,” I whisper, willing her not to leave.
Our eyes meet and my chest closes up.
If looks could kill...I'd be grateful.
Because the look she's giving me is worse than death...it's the cold, hard reality.
She's seeing the real me for the very first time.
“You know how users and manipulators work because you're one of them, Preston.”
She walks out, leaving me with nothing but the taste of blue raspberry on my lips and a spasm in a heart I wasn't so sure I had.
But I know it's there now. I feel it...and it fucking hurts.