Dance

-ANASTASIA-

Sighing I looked up trying to keep my tears in my eyes. “Please can we not talk about me being okay?” He eyes on me only became grave. “Fine. I am not okay. Does that make you happy?”

His eyes widened before shaking his head. “What makes you say that? Of course, that doesn’t please me.”

I scoffed. “Nathan, I want you to be honest.” He nodded after a bit of hesitation. “Do you pity me?” I had the feeling in my heart that despite whether he pitied me or not and despite what my brain screamed I knew for a fact that Nathan didn’t feel disgusted by me.

“No. I don’t.”

A sigh of relief left my lips before I could stop it. Because I still had questions. “Then why do you ask me every time whether I am okay? Especially after the Dave incident. It irks me and I really don’t need your pity. If not pity then what?”

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