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I was beyond vexed, I was fuming with rage. I stopped in front of the mournful beauty with a scowl on my face.
"Why the fuck didn't you wake me up?" I yelled at her as she just stared at me, emotionless. I grabbed both of her thin shoulders and shook her.
"Why didn't you ease my guilt?" I yelled more as Evangeline's eyes intensified with grief.
"I watched my dad get pushed down there." She whispered as her eyes glumly looked into mine. If anyone else was in my place, they would shiver from the amount of pain her eyes radiated.
"You didn't have to do this alone," I muttered coldly. She shrugged and looked down at the ground. With my hands, I lifted her face to meet mine again. God damn it, I could never stay angry at her.
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