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    Moi Lolita #11

    Helena remained calm, almost satisfying herself by her own mannerisms. She wouldn’t scream or raise her voice because she had no intention of creating such a scene she did not have the energy for it.

    Dylan sat staring at the floor. The words Helena had said evoking pain and anger. She thought she had been subjected to her actions and thought the consequence was not having Helena’s love. But now it seemed the table of events had changed. Nothing was clear. It was as if she couldn’t decipher what the British beauty was saying. Holding her breath long enough to let the anger dissolve a little, lifting her head to address the tortured voice.

    "So… You wasn’t truly going to let me back into your life that much is clear. I’ve apologised for what I did to you… And now it seems like those past few weeks didn’t even happen. I’m not saying I expected you to forgive me but somethings changed… How your acting its strange… I’ve never seen you like this". 
    Sitting up Helena ensured she position herself with such poise and confidence, although really she lacked every aspect of her actions.

    Looking over directly at the sunkissed woman she felt herself break at the sight. Not knowing how to protect herself from the hurt that occupied her heart. Running her lean fingers through her hair she noticed the trembles she felt as she continued in the task, distracting herself from all those thoughts and feelings that threatened to counteract with one another. Gripping firmly on the arms of the chair she gathered herself before she spoke.

    "Maybe you’ve never seen me like this because you’ve never stuck around to see. We barely know each other. What we had was… Well whatever it was obviously didn’t do us both any good." Her anger shone through gritted teeth. As much as she had been trying to remain level-headed she knew she needed to let it all out. The woman she loved had broken her more than just once, and now it was finally time to say her piece.

    "Dylan… You know what this game you’re trying to play won’t work anymore with me. I see now you feed of the hurt you cause me and I was stupid enough to be subjected to it. Don’t you see you’ve practically took everything from me. And still you’ve come back for more. What is it… I was happy finally moving on with my life and you thought I wonder how I can ruin Helena’s life again. I can only blame myself for falling in love with such a person to want to crush me… Play these idiotic games which you get off on. So what is you want."

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