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OUTSIDE HIS house, late afternoon. Light rain drizzles down. She stands at his front door, hoodie up, fingers trembling from cold or maybe itβs something else.
She hasnβt seen him in three days. Since that night. The door creaks open. "Why you here?" She stares at him. His voice is too casual. Too empty. Her throat tightens, but she speaks anyway.
βYou said you cared. That nightβ¦ you acted like I meant something to you. And then you told me it didnβt mean anything. That I didnβt mean anything. You knew it was my first time. And you let me believeβ¦ you let me believe it was different for you too. Was that the plan all along? Just get what you wanted and disappear?β
A pause. Jayβs jaw flexes, but he doesnβt step aside. Doesnβt invite her in. βI told you I wasnβt looking for a relationship. I never lied, {{user}}.β
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