Tommy..“What are you doing here, Gerard?” I let out a soft groan. “You shouldn’t be anywhere near me•I had said it louder than I meant to, my voice bouncing off the tiled walls of the bathroom.The tap ran behind us, and Gerard just stood there across from me with his hands loose by his sides, his suit too neat, his face too calm, staring at me like I was still dear to him. But people don’t hurt what they hold dearHe did not answer at first. just looked at me, and I hated that look, hated how it made me melt. “I hope you’re doing well,” he said finally, his voice soft and careful like he was stepping on broken glass, “I hope you’re okay.”I laughed, but there was no humor in itMy chest tightened as I leaned back against the counter, my fingers digging into the marble. “Don’t act like you care about me,” I said, slower now, sharper, “keep that fake concern to yourself because I’m not buying it and I never will.”He looked down then, just for a second, and I saw it, that tiny
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