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That's one way to make me feel like an absolute asshole. I was waiting for her to throw a tantrum about me putting her in a difficult position, maybe some backlash for not doing anything despite witnessing the whole ordeal. Instead that selfish brat leaned forward to press the crown of her head against me and continued to sob, her hands tugged at each end of my shirt to hold me in my place. I bet she knew that would annihilate my moral compass before she did that. And there wasn't even anything to cry about. She did handle it on her own so why make me feel bad? I shouldn't let her do this. There's no way I'd comfort her. What if she gets used to it? That'll only make things worse for me. Despite the assertion reasoning session I had in my brain before I knew I was patting her head awkwardly in an attempt to soothe her sobs. Just. This. Once.

It's just because I was accountable for her situation. In any other scenario I would have pushed her away. I satiated myself with those arguments. Soon enough she stopped sobbing and rushed back to her home. The very next day everything resumed as if yesterday's events hadn't even taken place. Luckily she made up an excuse in front of my mother and we never spoke of it again. "Why didn't you tell my mom the truth" I asked. She took a long pause before she replied "I didn't want her to think badly of you" So that's what she sounded like when she wasn't pretending to be loud and cheerful. The only reason I think it's pretentious is because she's around me all day and I don't think I've ever given her any reason to be that happy. It just didn't add up. "Just stop waiting for me. Nothing good will come out of it". In all fairness there were much better things she could've been doing. Although I couldn't reverse the time I had lost maybe she stopped now I would get some peaceful days before I leave this town. "You hate me for waiting for you but you're very selfish. You want me to go but you only push me so far that I can come back"

It was strange to actually listen to her for once. What was even more strange than that was the fact that she was making sense. If it my leniency that fueled her evil acts day in and day out then I had to stop it as soon as possible. Starting that day I stopped letting her in my room. As if to make a point, I would shut the door right when she's about to enter each time. Of course she still followed me back home but she would converse with my mom or just sit outside my door till the clock hit 8 pm. Up until the day I had all my belongings packed and ready in various boxes to leave. She would be waiting outside my door. Only the day I finally left had she not shown up. I didn't attempt to find her either, after all I got two things I wished for all this time. Freedom from this town and freedom from that cheeky brat.