She didn't look at him. She didn't want to. The idea that he was pleading for her forgiveness didn't soften her heart. Rather, it was hardened by the fact that she had given everything to him and had given up everything for him only for him to betray her.

"Please look at me," He pleaded, "Look at me and know that I'm sorry."

"Looks can be decieving," She said harshly, "YOU taught me that!"

He fell at her feet and grabbed her hand, which she shook away violently. Only then did she look at him and he almost wished he hadn't.

"Don't you dare touch me again!" She screamed at him.

"How many times do I have to apologise?" He begged.

"Havr to? HAVE to? You're treating this as some kind of chore!?"

"I didn't mean that...."

"Oh really. And what else didn't you mean? Didn't you mean to sleep with him; to take my virginity without a second's thought? To make me believe you loved me just so you can lead me to HIM!?"

"At first I did..."

"Let me guess. You fell in love with me, did you? You wanted to save me?" She added sarcastically, playing out the meoldrama like an actress before lunging forward with the animal look in my eye, "Well, get lost!"

She turned and left the room, slamming the door and leaving him with his empty pleas.

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H.L. Yates (joined over 11 years ago)
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Aged 27, mildly dyspraxic but that will never stop me from writing :-)

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