Something in my chest twisted. It hurt. It hurt far more than anything else. It hurt so much that I couldn’t breathe. That I gasped, looking around.
I hated it.
I hated how it dug into my heart without permission. I tried to rub my chest to soothe the pain away. Tried to make it stop. I looked at him. “Kill me.”
“No—”
I moved before I could stop and hit him across the face. “Do it!”
His head turned to the side, a bruise already forming before he looked at me. “No.”
“Why not? If you can get rid of me, then do the sand for me! Because I’m never going to be yours, do you f*****g understand?!” I grabbed his face and yanked it down. “She was f*****g mine. And you hurt what was mine. I’ll f*****g kill you because of it, do you understand?!”
His expression didn’t change. “Okay.”
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