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he asks with his eyes widening in confusion. "Last chance."

Two lines. “…Yeah,” I murmur. Chloe’s breath catches. “Yeah… what?” I look up at her. “…That’s not a ‘maybe’ line, Chloe.” Her face goes blank. Like completely blank. “No,” she says immediately. “No, no, wait... maybe it’s one of those faint ones. You said those can be confusing. People argue about those all the time..." “It’s not faint,” I say gently. “It could be lighting!” she insists, voice rising slightly. “Bathroom lighting is weird...”

Creeped out, I raised both of my arms up in defeat and asked him awkwardly, "Whyyy are you asking me these questions? He crossed his arms in front of hist chest. "Why should I not be asking you these questions?" I squinted my eyes. "Why are you answering my questions with more questions?" He shrugged. "Why should I not be answering you a question to your questions?" I blinked. "I am honestly kind of confused right now." He continued. "Why are you kind of confused?" "Because why is green not the opposite of pink?" I asked with a nod before putting my own paintbrush down and grab my phone. "Let's ask G****e!"

After a few moments he asked me, "Just tell me this. Do you want me to come or not?" "That's not the point." I tried to dodge the question but he insisted, "Why? Tell me what you want Mo! I won't come if you don't want me to." And that same tender oh let me love you look! All my defences were suddenly melting away... I looked at him helplessly. How could I tell him what I want? Where do I begin? As if sensing my dilemma, he approached me slowly and said in a gentler tone "If I tell you that I don't mind coming at all, then? Would you still have objections?"

I answered, feeling slightly embarrassed that I was in this situation. "I see. So to be honest, I'm kind of confused and I also have a few questions that I want to ask to clear my confusion but I don't want to invade your privacy and seem like I'm being too inquisitive and at the same time, I doubt that you’d tell me what it is that is going on. I'm still quite confused though and I would be lying if I said that I don't want to know what's going on," she blurted out.

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They give me a look that suggests they are asking if I am good, and I reply by shaking my head quickly with wide eyes. There is no way I can be good with this. How the hell am I supposed to be good with this? Damon fucking tricked me and just disappeared into nowhere, and now I am left stuck in this loop with no one to help me and nothing to just at least help me figure this out. Goddess, I feel so confused right now as I glance at every single question on the paper and begin to rake my fingers through my hair. Oh maybe I think I know questions two and three, but then what about question one and then four and then five and six and seven and eight all the way up to 20?

We were born on May 21, despite being four years apart from him. "Boxers of Briefs?" "Briefs." “Coke or Sprite?” "Coke." “Burgers or Pizza?” “Burgers.” “Country music, or Metal?” "Metal." I frowned. Rearranging the list of questions in my head. “Action or Romance?” "Thillers." “Coffee or Milk?” "Coffee." "Orange or Apple?" "Orange." “Cats or Dogs?” "Both." “Soccer or Basketball?” "Soccer."

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"Of course I am." "Then why did you grumble?" He asked. "Did I? That's not possible." I replied him. "Are you saying I don't know what I'm saying?" He questioned, asnhe drop his laptop on the side table. "Yes. I mean, no. No. But maybe. No I mean. No." I sputtered. He chortled, and moved closer to me. "Why are you so confused?" He asked, as he grabbed my arms.