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Grian's Perspective-

"Grian...why are you panicking?"

"I- I saw people I know from school, they're going to see us and- "

"Who cares about that?"

"We're at the mall! They're going to see us and- and- "

"And what?"

"And..." I sighed, "I don't know."

His boyfriend smiled softly and kissed my forehead, wrapping his arm around me.

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"Grian, you're beautiful and always will be. You don't have to worry about me not thinking you're ugly."

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"Grian, I- I think we should break up. We can still be friends, but I just don't think we can continue this."

"B-but why?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes.

"I just..." Scar trailed off, looking uncomfortable, "I don't feel the same about you. And you're...kind of a lot for me to deal with."

"W-what do you mean?"

"You're always bottling up your feelings and I feel like you feel like you can't trust me or come or me and then you lash out when it gets too much and...it's just a lot for me."

He then looked up at me, "I just don't think I can do this."

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I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

You always promised that after you graduated, you would get a nice job in order to provide for us to live together.

But then you left me.

You left me and never answered any of my texts and calls.

You left me a broken heart that was shattered beyond repair.

You left me to deal with this shit for years until I finally thought I was over you.

And then I met you.

We ran into each other and you smiled and started talking with me like nothing ever happened.

Like we were cool.

Like we were buddies.

Like we were never dating.

And that...

That hurt me more than you ever had.

Just to act like you didn't care and that everything was fine, when you left me depressed and broken was the worst feeling ever.

And it makes me wish we never met.

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"Grian...what happened with you and Scar?" Mumbo asked softly.

I took a deep breath, "I- we dated for years. I loved him. But he was two years older than me and once he graduated high school and went to college, we slowly lost touch and broke up. I- it broke me."

"I- I'm so sor- "

"Don't be." Grian said, walking towards his door.

He turned and looked over his shoulder, smiling, "Now come on, my mom's finished making Christmas Eve dinner."