Finally, when the pain of the icy water became unbearable, I dried myself off and changed into some new pyjamas.
But I felt dirty. The guilt of that fact that I'm in love with him was something I couldn't change out of.
Or that I was in love with him.
I opened the bathroom door and saw Xavier crouched down, picking up the pieces of glass from the floor and placing them in a plastic bag.
I somehow waited for him to finish, before slamming the door on his face before he could say anything. I sat on the bed, pulling my knees towards my chest.
The memory of his defeated voice, when he admitted kept replaying in my mind. I could kill him, but that would make me just as bad as him.
Always be kind Amelia, otherwise what's the difference between you and them.
My mother always said that.
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