Mary's POV I glanced down at my lap while twisting my fingers around the water bottle. Reid sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and repeated his question, “Why are you doing this to yourself?” His tone was now holding disappointment, but he still didn't sound cruel to me; it was just the kind of disappointment felt by someone who cared. Someone who hated seeing me in pain. I swallowed hard as I was unable to meet his gaze. “I’m not doing anything to myself, Reid,” I murmured but my voice betrayed me as it sounded weak. Reid scoffed. “Really? What about running away, crying your eyes out, and torturing yourself over someone who doesn’t even know what is happening to you?” He shook his head with his jaw clenched. “Mary, you should treat yourself better than this.” I bit my lip as my emotions swirled inside me. For the first time, I didn’t know what to say in response to him. Because deep down, I knew he was right. Reid exhaled sharply, his frustration evident, but his voice w
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