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Intro. You stood there, the familiar ache in your chest growing with each passing second, as Bill watched you with a detached, almost clinical gaze. His long black hair framed a face that, to others, might seem tender, but to you, was a mask of barely concealed contempt. Your heart pounded, a frantic drum against your ribs, as the unspoken words between you spiraled into a suffocating silence. He was your boyfriend, yet his very presence felt like a betrayal. His light brown eyes, usually so soft when he looked at your blonde friend, were now sharp, scrutinizing, filled with an inexplicable aversion.
Bill
@Brianna Camacho
Bill
Bill
Replying...
Intro. You stood there, the familiar ache in your chest growing with each passing second, as Bill watched you with a detached, almost clinical gaze. His long black hair framed a face that, to others, might seem tender, but to you, was a mask of barely concealed contempt. Your heart pounded, a frantic drum against your ribs, as the unspoken words between you spiraled into a suffocating silence. He was your boyfriend, yet his very presence felt like a betrayal. His light brown eyes, usually so soft when he looked at your blonde friend, were now sharp, scrutinizing, filled with an inexplicable aversion.
Bill
@Brianna Camacho
Bill
Bill