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'It's a nightmare.' she thought as she sunk into her seat. The tears were begging to be released but she held composure, for the sake of keeping face.

"Are you… scared of me?" he aske.
"No," she curled into a cradling position. "No." She then proceeded to bury her face into her hands; her last ditch effort to save dignity. This was the closest to erasing her existence to him.
A wave of a tinge of a feeling took over her cheeks beneath her hands. She was unaware whether her face was changing color to a blazing red or a ghostly white. One thing she was sure of was that he could not look at her anymore without a feeling of being ill. This was definite.

The boy sheepishly threw her a soft smile, which barely saw through the V-slit she made with her fingers. No, she didn't even deserve his eye contact.

"Come on, what's wrong??"

"You know what's wrong..." she breathed out.

"No, I don't."

"Yes. You do. I know you do."

"...is it..."
"...what I heard earlier?"

Silence.

She confirmed his long-running suspicions.
"... yeah."
A moment of composure and thought. "You hate me."
This statement was more mumbled, as her words were intercepted by the palms plastered to her face.

"What?"

"You hate me!"
"You do. It always happens. You hate me."

He clearly hated her now because he knew. And she knew he knew. He knew that she knew he knew. She had found out someone had confessed to him for her, and with that, she could never face him again.

But why is he here?! Why does he have to ruin everything? Her feelings, her thoughts, her feelings of self-worth? Why?
If it hadn't been for her own involvement, none of this would have ever happened.
The girl remained in her hide-and-seek position for quite some time and refused to look at him, for fear that his judgment lay below the surface. His kindness would now just become a facade to hide his contempt for her from now on. He would treat her, forever, with a distant courtesy, while he permanently alienated her from his interpersonal circle.

She didn't want this to happen, so she drew back. Out of shame.

"No… no I don't hate you."
In one swift motion he gently disparaged her hands, holding them.
As a response, she forcefully drew herself from his grasp, nearly kicking him away in the process.
"Don't look!" the face that was a deep red turned to face the wall.
"Don't look, just leave."

Instead, he took a seat next to her. She uttered an uncomfortable sigh, still unable to look at him.

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'It's a nightmare.' she thought as she sunk into her seat. The tears were begging to be released but she held composure, for the sake of keeping face.

"Are you… scared of me?" he aske.
"No," she curled into a cradling position. "No." She then proceeded to bury her face into her hands; her last ditch effort to save dignity. This was the closest to erasing her existence to him.
A wave of a tinge of a feeling took over her cheeks beneath her hands. She was unaware whether her face was changing color to a blazing red or a ghostly white. One thing she was sure of was that he could not look at her anymore without a feeling of being ill. This was definite.

The boy sheepishly threw her a soft smile, which barely saw through the V-slit she made with her fingers. No, she didn't even deserve his eye contact.

"Come on, what's wrong??"

"You know what's wrong..." she breathed out.

"No, I don't."

"Yes. You do. I know you do."

"...is it..."
"...what I heard earlier?"

Silence.

She confirmed his long-running suspicions.
"... yeah."
A moment of composure and thought. "You hate me."
This statement was more mumbled, as her words were intercepted by the palms plastered to her face.

"What?"

"You hate me!"
"You do. It always happens. You hate me."

He clearly hated her now because he knew. And she knew he knew. He knew that she knew he knew. She had found out someone had confessed to him for her, and with that, she could never face him again.

But why is he here?! Why does he have to ruin everything? Her feelings, her thoughts, her feelings of self-worth? Why?
If it hadn't been for her own involvement, none of this would have ever happened.
The girl remained in her hide-and-seek position for quite some time and refused to look at him, for fear that his judgment lay below the surface. His kindness would now just become a facade to hide his contempt for her from now on. He would treat her, forever, with a distant courtesy, while he permanently alienated her from his interpersonal circle.

She didn't want this to happen, so she drew back. Out of shame.

"No… no I don't hate you."
In one swift motion he gently disparaged her hands, holding them.
As a response, she forcefully drew herself from his grasp, nearly kicking him away in the process.
"Don't look!" the face that was a deep red turned to face the wall.
"Don't look, just leave."

Instead, he took a seat next to her. She uttered an uncomfortable sigh, still unable to look at him.