Chapter 3

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"I lied."

Ellie sighed, and folded her arms across her pounding chest. She stared at him, and a tear trickled down her face.

"Why?"

Her voice was shaky, and she was trembling.

"I didn't have a choice, Ellie. I didn't wanna lose you the way I lost Sa-."
"Sarah." She finished for him, and her anger started to cloud her better judgement. "I told you, I'm not her Joel. You can't just slap those feelings on me."

"I'm not slapping feelings on you, I'm just gaining-"

She blew a raspberry, and started to laugh. "Gaining." She mocked. "Gaining?"

Joel knew what he had done. He didn't mean to hurt her the way he did, but he didn't really have a choice. She brushed past him, her shoulder touching his forearm.

"Ellie, can we please talk about this?"

She turned around to face him, and her arms slapped her sides. "Oh, so now, after you know I'm hurt, after everything that happened in the past week, you wanna talk about this?" Her anger became stronger.

"Do you even know how you affected me? Do you know how you destroyed me? Do you even care?" She emphasized her last question, and Joel was stunned.

"E-Ellie. I-Well I-" What could he say to make this better? What could he say, oh what could he say, to put this behind them? He wasn't exactly the best with words. He didn't have a way of letting people in, but with Ellie it was different.

'You treat her like Sarah, Joel, and you know it.'

He did, he knew it. He knew how he cared about her, she resembled Sarah.

But the more he thought about it, the more he thought it to be true.

Is Ellie just a fake to him? Is Ellie just a copy and paste of Sarah to him?


'No, 'course not. You love her.'

But was that exactly true in either of their eyes?

Did she even love him?

Did he even love her?



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