A/N: Ah… this is kind of based on personal experiences. Not me, but a friend but same thing. So yeah, short and bittersweet, if I should say.
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"How could you?"
"M-Maka, honey, I can explain."
"Don't even bother."
She turned back on him, leaving him and the lady alone. Spirit reached for his daughter and touched her shoulder, only to be roughly shrugged off.
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I HATE YOU. Men like you should die."
She spat at him, cursed him, disowned him and left his sight.
Spirit was sat slouched on the sofa of the bar. The lady that was catering to him gave him a sympathetic expression. He buried himself in his hands and sobbed.
"She hates me. She really hates me," he mumbled between weeps. The caterer could only pat his back comfortingly.
Maka went home, threw herself on her bed and cried out her anger, betrayal, and hate.
"All men are pigs. All they ever do is cheat. They should all die!"
She repeated it all over again, and again, and again, and again, to someone who was never there.
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A/N: Bah. I'm not used to writing emotional stuff, so this is a rare thing for me. Anyway, review and all that jazz~