Called them manipulative
{Finally a third person. Point of view.} Tracy laid comfortably on William's chest. There was enough uncomfortable silence between them. Tracy could tell he was truly hurting, he had not been himself ever since his return. He seemed happy and excited until she broke down the news. He had plans to have a quick shower then go see her. He had many plans but none of them came to life. - Tracy heard William come in through the front door. She immediately put on a poker face. Tears cascading down her cheeks. She had made sure to ravel her own hair to look distressed. "Tracy?" William said slowly trying to figure out what was going on. "When were you planning on telling me that y-you—" she hiccuped. "You hurt me William and I have done nothing but love you..." she spoke softly, not falteri
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