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Gui
I should have fought harder. I should have held her and not let her go. I should have told her how I felt about her—it was more than saying I liked her. It ran deeper in a way I never felt for any other girl. It scared me a little, but mostly, it excited me.
Until Hilary slammed the door in my face and locked it.
I paced in front of my bed, trying to calm down, trying to think through the frustration, the rage.
I should have grabbed her shoulders and pinned her to her car, and only let go when she understood the turmoil in me. Then she would run—scared of my actions, of the angry shine in my eyes, of the strength in my hands. No, no. Unfortunately, only time and patience would work on Hilary. Nothing else.
I groaned and punched the wall. I gritted my teeth as I watched the pie
