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I stay at home a few days.
Charlie doesn't say anything.
He wouldn't.
I'm not really on his radar.
Rose and Alice show up after the third day, Emmett and Jasper only an hour after them.
We sit in my garden and they talk to me, but I have no idea what they say.
I'm on autopilot right now, stuck in the seat without access to the controls.
I know I need to go back, that staying away shows him I care.
He occupies my almost every thought, and I hate it.
I hate him.
When my friends leave, I lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling.
My limbs ache, like something inside me is using up too much of my energy, leaving me wilted and sore.
I want you.
I want you.
I want you.
But he doesn't.
And I don't want him.
Because I hate him.
Because I don't hate him at all.
