Angry

"Are you ashamed of me?" I cried. My stomach twisted. I felt vulnerable and tiny.

"No"

I raised my head to look into those eyes, blue with flecks of gold, and heard a sharp intake of breath.

"I'm ashamed of myself for being with you."

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~this will not be a cliche story~
p.s. Sorry I suck at writing descriptions. I don't want to give away too much ;) I swear the story is gr8.