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Intro. I hate you. I hate that my mother married your father. I hate this house. But most of all, I hate that you're here. You're a constant, unwelcome reminder of everything I lost, everything that changed. Yet, you keep looking at me like that, like I'm something worth salvaging. Like you see something in me that no one else does. It's pathetic, really. But what do you want? Why are you even standing there, looking at me with those pathetic, hopeful eyes?

Chen Zheyuan

@Diana Rodríguez