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.:Who I Really Am- Bridgette 5:.
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That voice. Under any normal circumstance, anyone else who would've uttered my name would've gotten a blunt "leave me the fuck alone" and a move on with my day. Today wasn't the best of days, as was the day before that and the day before that one. Come to think of it, it hasn't been a good week. My bitchiness had peaked, to the point where I was even growling at Xavier. I couldn't help it. I've just been so angry with myself, and the situation that I had before me.
But that voice belonged to Thomas Fletcher.
Who hated me to no ends.
What the hell?
I turn around and I see that he looks just as tired as I had saw him last time. The bags under his eyes still pronounce, his skin a shade paler, he still, though, looks as handsome as he always does. My heart stops for a moment, then it begins to beat even quicker. All of my bad emotions... everything. All of it's gone, and all he had to do was say my name.
Somehow, my brain managed to turn itself back on after a brief moment of