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21. Tempest.

CARA

The silence in the room is thick. Very thick. Almost palpable.

Dane rubs his hand down his face, clearly frustrated with me.

I do not bloody care.

“Damn Cara,” he groans into his palm, “you just don't know when to let things go—”

“No I don't!” I yell, finally fed up with him and his evasive lies. “When it comes to you, I start to think and behave like a total freak! I lose all my control! My sanity! Everything! You really know how to scare the shit out of me, and I hate it! I hate how I could not stop myself from crashing apart when I stumbled in here and saw you lying on this bloody, miserable floor! I hate you! I fucking hate you! I hate how you still make me feel so attached and so hooked up on you like some fucking parasite!”

“Cara—”

“Fuck you!” I know I am just rambling, but I can't seem to stop. “Fuck you Dane! because I can't believe that you just had the nerve to wave me off so casually like nothing happened in here. Am I some kind of joke to you!?

“Cara you are taking t
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