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"But you didn't do that, did you?"
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HOLY FUCK. Max wanted to punch a hole in the wall but he didn't, exhaling out through his nose as he simply avoided her gaze. "No," He muttered, wanting to add; 'and i'm not sorry for it' but he didn't, as he'd rather not lose her completely.
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Kylie shook her head. "You let me cry on my own, Max," she said, still crying. "No comfort, no apology,"
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"I get that, and i'm sorry about it," He murmured, not really.
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"Do you really mean that?"
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"Yes, I mean it." Max agreed, nodding. He wanted to ask so many things, to scream, to yell, to punch something, yet he didn't, for he didn't want to make her even more mad.
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She nodded with a sigh, hesitating before moving to hug him.
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Max kind've just stood in her arms for a moment, eventually hugging her back. "I'm sorry," He murmured again
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"Its okay..." she whispered, kissing his cheek.
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He stayed like that for a moment, waiting for her to release him as he started to feel bad.
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