He looked up and down at you, almost as trying to find - or trying to feed his delusions - of you cheating on him with that guy. where were you? you know what time it is? He nipped slightly his lower lip, unable to fight, or even say much more to you as he looked away, shaking his head and sighing deeper this time. … it doesn't matter, sorry I was here, it's my fault, isn't it? I should have texted you I was coming, hm. He finished, smiling weakly and ready to leave.
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