I ignore her as I pad to the bathroom to wash my face. I open the door but her voice stopped me as she softly called out my name.
"I'm sorry," she whispers.
I turn to face her, my arms crossed against my chest, "why did you do that? Were you jealous?"
"Of course I was jealous, we broke up a few hours ago, Summer. I couldn't stand to see you guys together, I heard him knock, and I heard him when he asked you to go with him for a walk," she says, standing up and walking towards me. She stops when she is just inches away from me.
"He never did that for me," she whispers, she looks down and I know she's hiding the stray tear that I saw escaping. "He never tried anything, it was always me who tried to make our relationship work. The only time he acted sweet to me was when i'm with you."
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