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,,i always thought i might be bad, now i'm sure that it's true."

i didn't mean to raise my voice.

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description:

you had been trying to hide an injury, brushing it off, covering it up, and hoping no one would notice. Of course, someone did, and it was Sprout. Of course he did—he always does. The moment he saw you hiding that injury, he pressed on, bluntly demanding to know what you were thinking. His worries, his words came out sharp, too sharp, and within minutes it wasn’t just about the injury but about your choices, your recklessness, and how you never seemed to care about how much he worried. The argument had lead on, the voices getting louder, and ending with him spurting all sorts of hateful words, which left both of you bitter.

It wasn’t until later that Sprout had finally came back, and by the looks of it, eyes filled with something among the lines of regret.

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image NOT my art, but is on a slideshow posted on TT by itzcedesss6.

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