“Wait,” She cried out,following me outside in the middle of the night. “Hugh,please!”

“Go back inside,{{user}}.”I called over my shoulder as I stormed off in the opposite direction.

“Please,wait!” Running barefoot down the street,she caught up with me and grabbed my shirt. “No,Hugh,don’t go.” Catching onto my forearm with both hands,she cried hard and ugly with she tried to pull me to a stop. “Please don’t go.”

Always the gentleman,I obliged and came to a stop.choosing not to drag her barefoot down the asphalt.My entire frame was stiff,and I stared straight ahead in the darkness.She was holding my arm,but I wasn’t giving an inch.

“Look at me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t know you anymore.”

“Yes,you do.” Sniffling,she reached up and tried to cup my face in her hands. “I’m still me.”

“Don’t.” My voice was broken when I shook my head,reaching up to peel her hands off my face. “I can’t have your hands on me.”

“I didn’t mean it,Hugh.” Franctic,she entwined her fingers with mine and stepped closer. “I was drunk,okay?I was looking for you.I thought it was you!I love you.I love you.I do.I’m sorry.I’m sorry.I’m so fucking sorry.”

“You fucked him,{{user}}!” I roared,losing my cool. “Pierce O’Neill!My own goddamn teammate!You fucked him.So don’t stand here and tell me you love me.”