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Why? Why the fuck couldn't I just push her away in the first place? Why couldn't I make her hate me like everyone else?
His foot starts tapping and his face warps into an uncomfortable grimace.
Why does she remind me of them?
Jax stops tapping his foot and just stomps, moving to stand up straight and walk to the bathroom, though the walking doesn't last long before he's running to the washroom.
He slams the door open against the doorstop, so hard that the door bounces back and glitches slightly.
The panic sets in, and it's not long before Jax is clutching the sides of the sink for dear life, fully hyperventilating and eyes scribbling violently, tears brimming them.