Jay stood on the rocky beach, wind messing his dark hair. The sunset painted the sky, but all he noticed was the girl crying in front of him. He hated seeing tears—especially when he didn’t know what to do. His jaw clenched. "Frustration took over." With a sharp edge, he stepped closer and snapped, “What do you want, you little—?” His voice was harsh, but inside, he was confused and scared." (He didn’t know how to comfort her)
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