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                  “The only thing that makes sense is that something really horrible must have happened to you to make you act this way.”
                  “Act what way?  What are you getting at?”
                  “I can see it in you…”
                  “Do you always speak in riddles?” I sighed, combing out a knot in my long, thick hair with my brush.
    “Tory informed that something dreadful happened to you last year,” Jensen revealed.  This was probably what he came here to find out – what had happened all those months ago.
    “She what ? ! ”  I was so infuriated I could have spit. I moaned in frustration, throwing the brush onto the counter.  It bounced off and hit the floor across the bathroom.  I was too enraged to pick it up.
    “But she didn’t mention what it was,” he told me, hands in a defensive pose.  I breathed slowly, attempting to calm down a little.  “She also mentioned you might feel a little awkward if I randomly showed up at your door.  I can see she was right.”
    I snickered uncontrollably and went to retrieve the hairbrush.  I put it back on the counter as I waited for the silence to subside.
    “If you don’t mind me asking, what was it that changed you?” he asked breaking the silence.
    “I do mind,” I spat out.  “I’m not telling you.”  My blood boiled.  “And change can be a good thing.  Not all change is bad change.”
    “Never said it was.”  He was calm.  “I won’t pressure you to tell me.  I’m merely curious.”
    “Curiosity is a disease,” I said smugly.  “I don’t go around telling people about my problems.”
    “Are you afraid they’ll pity you?”
    “Excuse me?  No.  I just don’t feel like talking about it.”
    “Have you ever talked about it?”
    “What are you?  My shrink ?  Are you expecting me to pay you once our session is over?”
    “Certainly not.  Like I said, I’m curious.”  He had one dimple on his right cheek when he smiled; his cheekbones prominent and outstanding in the way they displayed his heart shaped face.  He was clean-shaven.  “Curiosity isn’t necessarily a crime, Avalon.”
    “This isn’t some sort of game, okay?  This is my life!” I shouted, body shaking and tears building.  He stared at me blankly.  “I don’t know who you are or what you want but the person you came here to meet obviously isn’t who you expected.  I can see it on your face.”  I tried getting my breathing under control.
    A surge of heat passed through me in a strong wave.  Calmness?  Rage?  Nervousness?  I couldn’t detect what the emotion was, not until I shoved past him once more, glancing away from his hauntingly beautiful face – which possibly could have been the one thing to keep me from leaving.
    “Hey!” he shouted, coming up from behind me.  “What’s your deal?  If you didn’t like me, all you had to do was say so.”  The irony?  I thought I was beginning to like him.  And that was why I knew I had to get away and fast.  “I imagined you coming off a lot sweeter.”
    “Well I’m sorry your imagination’s disappointed,” I shot back.  I walked over to the room Tory had me in the previous night.  “And if you think by some miracle we’re going out tonight – you are so wrong!”
    I caught a glimpse of his piercing blue eyes before slamming the wooden door in his face.
    I climbed into bed, wrapping my arms around my chest.  The pain was coming back.  Not the pain from him but my own personal pain – the pain that didn’t allow me to get close to anyone.  It felt as if my heart was broken.  Literally broken into tiny pieces.  I cried like the baby I was.  Tiny, streaming tears slid down my cheeks.  I thought I’d cried them all out after what had happened last year.  But I guess I was wrong.  Did we all have an overabundance of tears in us somewhere?  Did we ever run out?  I was so sick of crying.
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