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XLIV - The past
[Bella's Point of View]
Jameson was kissing a lady.
I dropped my credit card, and Janice immediately tapped me. That, I came back to my consciousness.
"Bella, are you okay?" she asked and paid my bill.
I just looked at her and smiled faintly. I don't know why but I can feel my heart in pieces.
Could I possibly be jealous? No, that's not it.
Maybe it just hurts because Jameson used to kiss me, and now he's kissing another woman.
But does that make any difference? I shouldn't feel jealous at all. We're just-
"Bella, what just happened to you?" Janic
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