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Mad Eye Touz "Don't... Don't do whatever you're about to do. Please. Please please please don't cry again, Cela. Please." He could HEAR it in her voice... ugh. Plymouth picked his hand back up from her foot and folded them in his lap.
Slowly, he raised his eyes to her, turning to glance over his shoulder. "I don't think it's me that hates you, Cel. It's the other way around."
"Me...
you?" Cela was incredulous. "I do not! How could...
anyone..."
She wanted to be sick. She did.
Why was it worse to think about the possibilty of hating someone than of someone hating her? Because it was Plymouth?
"I miss you."