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abigail naomi jones. 5 feet short. bisexual. introverted. working at a gas station, could care less about her job. constantly sleeping or slacking off.
+ was far past that point, anyways . he managed to somewhat break through her carefully constructed walls, his sincere tone tugging at her heart strings and rendering her speechless . he is far too kind . she doesn't deserve him .
she looks away once more, suddenly finding interest in her fiddling hands atop her lap . deep breath in, attempting to quell the whirlwind of emotions bubbling within her and struggling to maintain a calm and collected facade . she +
Brows knit together, the weight of her question tugging at his chest. He raises his gaze to her, tone low and earnest—not having a single reason to lie to her. He wants to tread lightly through this, though he makes no mistake about how much she means to him. +
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hands drop down to her sides, not once looking up at him and keeping her gaze glued down on the floor and remaining silent . she didn't get it . didn’t get why he was still here no matter how much she tried pushing +
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Crossing the room cautiously as if he were approaching a wounded animal. He eases himself onto the edge of the bed, careful not to crowd her space. The mattress dips beneath his weight and he stays still, elbows rested on his knees with hands clasped loosely. He stares down at +
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+ him away . a lump formed in her throat and she exhaled shakily, biting down on the inside of her cheek .
" why ? " she managed to barely audibly mumble, brows furrowed . then, she's finally looking up at +
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+ she'd spill all of her innermost thoughts . she shook her head, attempting to collect herself despite the emotions rapidly bubbling up to the surface .
" I have nothing to say to you . "
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and he was right . no, she didn't want him to leave . she didn't want to be alone, but her own head told her otherwise . it was easier— being alone, pushing people away . it kept her from being vulnerable . an +
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Her words hit him like a punch to the gut, and the venom in her voice stings. He lets out a long, quiet breath, his shoulders sagging slightly as he wrestles with his own emotions. He shifts his weight, his hand carding through his curls as his jaw tightens. Leaving was the +
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+ overwhelming wave of emotions crashed over her, and she even almost felt bad for throwing such a childish tantrum . hands cover and rub at her face, chest heaving . she was afraid that if she did speak now, +
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