She's in my way again-loud, reckless, impossible to ignore. I shouldn't care. I don't. That's what I keep telling myself. But when our eyes lock, it hits different. "And What is your reason to push me away?" She asks. I look at her-calm, unreadable. Because if I let you in, l'Il start caring, i say flatly. And I don't want to. Lie. I already do.
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