[Her heart is pounding so hard, painfully, that she has to sit up just to get a decent breath in. One of her pillows falls on the ground, but she doesn't notice.]
You're the one who hates me, remember?
[It's definitely tears, she can tell now - angry, guilty tears, and the regret is starting to blossom in the pit of her stomach.]
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[Her heart is pounding so hard, painfully, that she has to sit up just to get a decent breath in. One of her pillows falls on the ground, but she doesn't notice.]
You're the one who hates me, remember?
[It's definitely tears, she can tell now - angry, guilty tears, and the regret is starting to blossom in the pit of her stomach.]