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My mind went blank at the sight before me. 

She stared at me, clearly not expecting me and vice versa. The second last person I needed now! The girlfriend-of-my-just-about-boyfriend-turned-ex boyfriend. I stared back, what the hell? I don't know what suprised me more. The fact she actually showed up on my doorstep or the fact she wasn't wearing makeup. No heavy winged eye liner are smokey eyeshadow. 

Just a pale face with a dust of sprinkles and a set of pretty eyes. 

I stared. She stared. I spoke first. 

"What do you want now?" I asked, rolling my eyes trying to act cool in a tiger print onesie. Eye contact for me wasn't possible. Not on this wretched state. My breathing hitched quicker by the minute, up fallen tears ready in the back of my eyes. I was itching to give her a Tae Kwon Do lesson. Inner p- oh it never works. Why was she here? To rub it in my face? Why was she here?

What she did next was strange. She delicately handed a pretty white box with pink ribbon into my arms. What was this? A trap. A bomb. Something to harm me. I threw it to the ground.

 Her face moulded into a look of pure fury, her voice cracking in rage unable to keep up with the octaves in her voice. "Why the bloody hell would you do that?!" Thomas used to say that... 

Wait what- was she referring to the box? On the another thought that was more like the cold-hearted Queen Tina. And-

"What the hell are you talking about?!" I angrily hissed back, despite not being in the mood to fight. I was never in the mood to fight. It just-happened. It always happened. 

"Why would you do that?!" She repeated with fury. 

"Do what?!" I yelled back squaring up to see her clearly. Under the lighting, her eye bags showed up darker. Lack of sleep probably. Crying probably. Not eating probably. What was going on.

"It was the other way round!" I spat defensively, annoyed where this 'chat' was headed. Who did she think she was? His sister?! She had no business in this at all. My head hurt agonizingly. I couldn't think. My fingers itched. It wouldn't hurt that much if I judo flipped her. Please. Go away. Leave me. 

We exchanged some more heated verses on the doorstep, each louder than the last although I was very confused. I could see it. 

Tina wasn't anything like herself. Panicked, mad and sad, not cool like her highschool facade. I could see it in her eyes. See the feeling overwhelm her more and more with each word we spoke. It was almost sympathetic. 

 And then she did something I did not expect. Tina. Started. Crying.

Real tears. Real emotion. Real feeling. 

Queen Tina had the capability to cry? 

She crumbled to the floor at my feet, heaving in heavy sobs. What had been sass and shade was now dissolved into nothing. Just pure sorrow.

No one deserved to feel like this.

"Tina?" I couldn't help it. Staring at her. Like this. It was- it was... Horrible.

"I-I thought when we moved he's heal! And he's be fine!" She cried through chokes. I took a step back, pained to see anyone in this vulnerable broken state. So simply defenseless and broken. Like me. I just hid it better.

"What?" All I could say. All I could manage- without crying myself.

"I thought he'd f-forget it all! Mend! Get better! Recover! And life could be normal again!"

"Please-"

"I t-thought we'd be free! And he could have a-a second chance!" She spat out the words, each leaving negative thought in her mind. I frowned even more. What the hell? 

"I-she- what?"

"I tried so so so so so so SO DANG hard!" The screech rattled my ears and I swallowed down the sick feeling that was rising in my mouth.

She went onto her knees slowly, icy eyes looking at me. I winced in pain mental pain that speared. "But look at you! Y-you look like her! Talk like her! Act like h-her! Heck- you even like the same things like her!"

Like who? What? Help me?! I struggled to get anything out of my mouth. Something lodged in my throat.

"Tina I-"

She unsteadily stumbled to her feet, voice dripping in ugly poison. Those deadly eyes never stopped peircing my mind. Cutting deeper than a knife. She was no where near done. "But look at you! You are pretty! And smart! And nice! And friendly!" She scoffed each compliment as though it was a terrible burden. A burn. An insult. A bad thing.

Help.

Help.

Help.

"I-"

What is happening? What is happening? Oh my god. What is happening? 

"That makes you a bloody liar! It makes you bloody worst than her! I was right! All along! You are just like her! B-but worse!" She yelled at me making me cower beneath her withering glare.

"I-I don't know what you're t-talking about." I honestly stuttered in confusion, my throat drying up. 

She glared into my eyes, deep with hatred. Saw the tears already threatening to come out. Then Tina looked away, as though the sight of me sickened  her. "You have the same ugly eyes. So innocent-looking. It hides very well. Like her."

Tears brimmed my eyes. My mind was a frozen mess, my heart sinking like a ton. "L-like who?" I asked, though it came out more like a whisper. A broken one, that no one heard. Meant for secrets. What- what was she trying to do? Who was she?

"Like who?" I repeated a little louder, voice betraying my unveiled emotion. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't see. The sadness in my eyes makes sure of that. 

She looked at me again, taking in my petrified smirk. Tears brimmed those solemn eyes. What had initially been blood in me turned to ice. What she said next plunged me into Antartican waters and stabbed my heart. 

"I said- you look like her. The one- the one that made us leave Britain in the first place."