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Chapter 7

I've met enough people to know that genuine kindness is a rare gem, and I can't help but question its authenticity.

-Unknown.

|K I R I L L|

The crimson droplets from the glass of my drink painted my pristine white t-shirt hideous art and fiery rage boiled within me. The rage clawed at my insides, eager to consume me whole. The audacity of this girl who dared to profane my attire and humiliate me in a room full of foolish people.

The red soaked my t-shirt and I bawled my fists, in an attempt to calm myself down. My gaze fixed ahead on dancing crowd where she disappeared.

I remember her.

I remeber her from the night in the forest, the darkness that surrounded us while her eyes shone with rebellion was a little hard to forget or ignore. Beneath the surface of my anger, an ember of amusement smoldered. She is a little too brave and feisty for her own good.

But unlike me, there was not even a hint of recognition in her eyes. It was not su
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