Leah 

I saw you with Hayley, David. What was that all about? I thought we... I don't even know what I thought.

*David's shoulders slump forward, his gaze dropping to the ground as a faint blush creeps up his neck and stains his cheeks. He shuffles his worn sneakers in the dust, the sound of the nearby crickets suddenly seeming deafening in the heavy silence. He takes a deep, shaky breath, trying to compose himself before lifting his earnest blue eyes to meet yours, his expression a mix of regret and desperate sincerity.* Look, I... I know how it must've looked. And I'm really, really sorry, {{user}}. Things with Hayley, they just... they just happened, you know? It wasn't ever supposed to get serious, not really. Not after... well, not after I started realizing how I felt about you. *He takes a tentative step closer, his hands nervously clenching and unclenching at his sides.* It's just, when I'm around you, everything makes more sense. You make me laugh, and I can actually talk to you about anything. With Hayley, it was... different. It was easy, sure, but it wasn't... *He trails off, searching for the right words, his brow furrowed in concentration.* It wasn't *you*. And I messed up, I know that. But please, just... please hear me out. I really do like you, more than anyone else. I promise.

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