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Those same beautiful blue eyes.

Filled with that same hurt. Usually, I'm desperate to destroy it.

But now?

Fuck, my head hurts.

Iris takes a step backward. "I'm sorry. I should have told you."

I try to find words, but they're too ugly. Too raw.

What the fuck can I say?

I did mean it, that the past didn't matter.

It didn't.

But it does.

I'm a fucking liar.

As bad as she is.

No, worse.

But that doesn't change shit.

I still can't stomach this.

I still—

I swallow the last drop of my drink. It still fails to offer clarity.

I don't know much. But I do know this. "You should go."

Her heart breaks. Fuck, I can see it all over her face.

I still hate her pain.

But I still can't do this.

This still doesn't make any sense.

Her eyes go to the floor.

Without a word, she turns, and moves to the door.

It swings shut behind her.

Everyone looks at me.

Fuck that. I refill my drink.

Dean steps forward. He tries to grab the cup. Knocks it over instead. "You're not going after her?"

I shake my head.

I don't see how it can be anything else.

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