this won't make much sense.
we walked. we talked, and he held my hand.
one face came to mind and it wasn't the one next to me. it wasn't the one of the guy holding my hand.
it was the face that reminded me of hurt and anger. the hurt and anger I felt when he fucking kissed her in front of me.
so inside i cringed and outside i smiled. he seemed happy
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