So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
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Angel sat down, a myriad of emotions running through her heart. What in space is this all about?
Gavin took a seat across from her, and inhaled deeply before speaking. "We haven't really been getting along that well lately, have we?"
She shook her head fractionally, her eyes openly curious about where he was going with this.
"Well, uh... I've been thinking a lot, and... I'm sorry for having promised you what I did. I can't do it, not now, not with what's going on."
Angel stared at him in disbelief for a moment. Then her eyes flashed. Gavin had not expected that. "So you... you... you're going to brush me aside so you can focus more on this upcoming war? That's all I am to you, a distraction?"
"No..."
"I don't know who I am! I don't know why I am the way I a--" She cut herself off.
"Why you are... what?"
"Nothing," she spat.
Anger flared in him. "If you're not going to tell me anything, and all you're going to do is be a whiny, selfish, narrow-minded human being like you've been almost all along, then there's no reason for me to help you. Why would I want to help that?"
Her eyes widened. "Why you... you bastard!" Enraged, the young woman dashed out of the room.
Gavin fell back in his chair, stunned at what had just transpired. Why did I just go off like that...? This will never heal now... He blinked as an image came to him. Were those... tears... in her eyes?
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Angel sprinted toward her room, rage and pain fighting for supremacy in the turmoil of emotions that made up her heart. Her breath came in gasps. I'm in okay shape... but why... A memory smacked her in the face. Oh, right. It's happening again. I think about... about him... and I can't breathe... what is he to me? Why do I think about him so much?
She reached her room, opened the door, and fell onto her bed. I need to... yes. Scrubbing at her eyes, the young amnesiac set herself to her task, resolving to never look back.