Fruit of Ruin
Anyone, except him.
He noticed I wasn't speaking and suddenly seemed to recall something. His eyes brightened, as if he had figured everything out.
"Wait… Are you mad about that mango juice? Really? Is that necessary? It was just juice! If you didn't like it, we wouldn't make that joke again. And you weren't even allergic. I saw it myself. Or are you just upset about Larissa?"
Alan tore open the wound in my chest as if it were nothing.
I stared at him for a long moment, then let out a sigh and leaned back in my chair. My voice was so calm, it surprised even me.
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