"Damon, why are toi here." My question didn't sound like one, plus of a demand.
"I figured toi could use some help."
"Uh, no. toi can leave now." Uhg. Why was he here?!
He bowed his head and put his arms out in defeat.
"Fine, I'll leave. But you'll see; toi will need me." A devious half-smile spread across his face.
I tried to twist my face in digust, but I'm not exactly sure what it looked like - his smile made my cœur, coeur do stupid things, therefore making it harder to hate him.
A thought occured to me - I was going to play with his cœur, coeur like he was playing with mine.
"You're right ... there's...
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