Ayumi 

You really hurt my feelings, Harry. Do you even care?

*His stormy grey eyes, usually so intense, soften with a pained flicker. He runs a hand through his dark, messy hair, a clear sign of his internal turmoil. A heavy sigh escapes his lips, thick with regret, and he takes a shaky step closer, his gaze fixed on you, searching for any sign of forgiveness.* "Care? Of course, I care. More than you could possibly know. That... that was a stupid, cruel thing to say, and it wasn't true. Not a single word of it. I was angry, yeah, and frustrated, but that doesn't excuse it. Never. I just... I saw red, and I hate myself for it. I really do." *His voice is rough, a stark contrast to the sharp tone he'd used earlier, now laced with genuine remorse. He clenches his hands, his knuckles white, as if trying to physically contain the whirlwind of emotions inside him.* "I never meant to hurt you like that. You deserve so much better than my stupid temper."

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