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dasha

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please answer

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where are you?

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you've been gone so long

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come back 

let me explain

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dasha got back to her room late, wishing more than anything she didn't have to enter

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dasha got back to her room late, wishing more than anything she didn't have to enter. she had been with matt all evening, but she still didn't feel whole. she hated to admit it, but she knew why. 

she wanted chris.

her heart physically hurt when she walked into the room and saw him in bed. she wanted to hear him out so badly but every time he spoke, the pictures sprang to the front of her mind. the thought of him dating amelia made her feel sick. she knew why - she found it difficult to like anybody and, the first person she did, had a girlfriend.

she picked up her blanket and pillows, and began to walk towards the door. chris tried to ignore the sounds, but he couldn't, and he turned to look at her.

''where are you going?'' he asked.

''i'm sleeping in matt's room.''

he sat up. ''don't leave.''

she sighed. ''chris-''

''please.''

she looked at him, the blanket suddenly weighing her down. she was so angry at him, she wanted to put her middle finger up at him and walk out of the room, but he looked so sad. he looked so desperate for her to stay.

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