Love To Hate Me
"Yes. And he didn't tell you or invite you."
He pats my shoulder with false sympathy, beaming with pride. "You've been forgotten, my dear friend, and you're actually fine with it. I'm very proud of you."
He salutes and walks away, leaving me staring at the empty space with a scowl on my face. "Fo... forgotten?" My voice comes out higher than I intend, and before I know it, I'm running my fingers through my hair in frustration.
"Forgotten?! But... but he told me he loved me, and Patricia... that bitch!" I rub my face frantically and collapse back onto the couch.
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