JASON'S POV
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Storming off wasn't my proudest moment, but the way she looked at me was twisting my heart. I notice her coming into the room as I sit on the bed, my elbows resting on my knees. Her eyes glance around the room, taking everything in like it's unfamiliar. "Mal," I call out to her as her eyes bounce around the room, her hands fidgeting with her short skirt. She glances at me, and she's standing right there, yet she's so far away, mentally. "I'm sorry," I mutter, but she slowly backs away towards the door. "I...I can't..be in here," her throat tightens and she spins on her heel, running out of the room. I push myself off the bed, chasing after her and I grab her arm, stopping her in the middle of the stairs. Her loud gasp as she whips around makes my grip loosen and she stares
