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He raised his fist, but didn't hit him yet. "Am I? It seems like you're the crazy one. You're obsessed."
(Now I'm super inspired to draw! I must use this to my advantage!) He grabbed his arm, holding tight. "Say another word and I'll knock you out...
"Don't talk to her like that," he warned, raising his hands threateningly. "Just admit to what you did. It's that simple."
(Oh my gosh, that's hilarious.) "I heard you. I was there. How else do you think I found those photos?" he asked, taking a few steps towards him....
(lolol) "Don't play dumb. You made pictures of Vivienne and I and of you and Poppy." He harshly pushed him away, hopefully to the ground. "People...
Suddenly, he gripped his collar, his eyes staring straight at him. "You really thought you two could get away with those stupid fake photos? I...
Francis glowered at him, crossing his arms. "You're really pushing it, Evan."
Francis looked up to see Evan, his expression immediately turning hateful. He let go of Poppy, and was deadly still.
After a moment he turned her head up to look at him, where he promptly kissed her. He didn't know if he should, but he did anyways. His forehead...
His heartbeat was quick, and he tensed a bit when she did this, but he relaxed, exhaling sharply. He hugged her back, one hand placed gently on...
His eyes were watery, and he was hesitant to look at her in the beginning, but eventually did. "No. It wasn't you. It was Evan and Vivienne," he...
"I hate her," he said, his voice low. "And I love you more than I ever did with her." He looked at his hands. "Do you forgive me?"
"Do you think I would hurt you like that? Am I that bad?" He was losing hope in himself. He balled his fists in frustration, and turned his back...
He didn't look up, and held himself tightly, suddenly feeling like he was shrinking. "You didn't believe me. Is it that hard to take my word? Do...
"I don't know. I can't.." he trailed off, folding his arms. "I told you. It didn't happen."
"Evan and Vivienne. Surprise," he said, looking at the floor, his eyes not wanting to meet hers. "It wasn't real."
"Pictures of you and Evan," he said, his voice cold as he spoke those words. "They look pretty real, don't they? But.. They aren't."
He didn't say anything, but his expression told most of how he was feeling. Hurt, confused, on the verge of giving up. Instead, he held out the...
He caught up, looking at the pictures with intensity. "Look, I-" he paused, noticing the bag. "Are.. Are you going somewhere?"
Francis took a step back, looking at his handiwork. He quickly gathered them together, and threw open his door. He looked down the and saw Poppy....
