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She sobbed and cried leaning on the table. "Why? Why me, God? Why I'm so vulnerable. Why do I lose everything? Why can't I be happy in my life? Why can't I live with my loved one? Why can't I be loved by someone? Why did you give me happiness and snatch it in the end? If you don't want to give then why do you give hope?"

I said He stared at me with teary eyes "I hurt people you know that right?" He said " Why do you hurt them? Why are you doing that are you doing that for fun? Tell me "I uttered " No. I'm doing this for you to notice me" he said " Why Me? And why did you hurt yourself too? Why do you need to do that? You almost killed yourself" I said in a calm tone of voice

Only, what was it? Why, why, why, is she doing all this? That’s all I want to know. Is it to get back at me? Is she trying to prove some fucking point? Fuck, why didn’t she come to me directly? Why did she have to go through all the trouble and end up working for the biggest sadist in the city? Why?

“Why, son?” “Mom, what do you mean by ‘why?’ Why! Ha, I was made a fool for months! Do you know how many times I asked her to tell me the truth! Why? Because I can't love her the way I had loved her for all these years. That's why.”

After about ten minutes of texting, Winter was the first to reply, not a bad attitude. Winter: We drank a bit too much tonight, temporarily couldn't control our emotions, causing trouble for everyone, I'm really sorry. After that, Anna Dawn also responded. Anna Dawn: I'm quick, don't control myself, don't compare. Winter: We are also at fault. Anna Dawn: Yes.

So, they stopped on command and turned me back to face him, traitorous things they were. "Yes?" I answered quietly, looking at the floor. "Just two important questions for you. One, why didn't you tell me you were in pain?" I hesitated on that question again feeling the shame of my enjoyment of something so… wrong. "Speak, Vie," he demanded. "Because I enjoyed the pain," I spouted out miserably. "Did you enjoy the pain? Or did you enjoy the feel of being tied up?" I shook my head very much aware of how that did nothing to help with clarification, but I didn't know what else to say to it.

“But why Noah? Isn’t that a bit weird? I mean, as you mentioned, we only met the other night? But how come, I always feel that we’ve known each other for a very long time already?” “Well, to be fair, we did meet the other night. I just don’t want to force your mind to remember things that you clearly can’t” “But why is that Noah? I feel that this seems sketchy, like why do you have a lot of hidden cameras? You even have a Nanny cam inside my room!” “For now Vlad, All you need to know is I’m just looking out for you okay?” “That doesn’t seem fair or enough. I think I have the right to my own memories Noah!”

He asked, shrugged off my hand and started walking away. "I want to apologize about my brother." I said remorsefully. He stopped, turned around and asked- "Why?" -then walked away again, this time however, I let him go because that one question had me baffled, what did he mean by why? Did he mean, why am I apologizing for him? Or why am I apologizing at all? He has that bruise because of me so its only common courtesy that I apologize, why do I even want to apologize? Because it'll clear my conscience or because I actually feel sorry, why?

But God, why did it feel like so much more? And why did it hurt so much that, to him, it wasn’t? Just why?

I replied instead of Jeremy. " Why didn't you change it today?" Louis, the noisy boy appeared out of nowhere. " Because we were late for school." I said. " Why you two were late for school?" Louis couldn't give up this matter. " Because I woke up late this morning." Jeremy answered. " Why did you wake up late" " Because we couldn't fall sleep last night" Jeremy looked like crying. " Why?" " Because he…" I know that he would stop me before that I told them the truth.