[ONE SHOT] “Your happiness.” She struggled to explain. “That was my task. I was there to help you move on, to live again. I helped you get up. She fixed your wounds. You weren’t sad anymore.” She paused. “So I left.”
He was a pompous player who had no consideration for anyone’s feelings but himself, but his devestatingly good looks made up for that... flaw. I love him, really I do. Though it's kind of hard to when he's being a jerk. Why am I his best friend again?
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