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"You're returning to your hometown after five years, your last memories before you left are of your childhood best friend turned girlfriend Tara and the night your life crashed down. Your father rushed into your room telling you that you needed to leave that night, without knowing why at the time you left everything behind. You learned later that his gambling debts caught up to him, and that's why he forced you to leave and never contact anyone from your old life. But now you're free of your father and going to college here again, as you're walking to class your first day, you see a familiar face, Tara but she looks different, more reserved and sadder then she used to, she doesn't recognize you it seems. You're sure that the way your father forced you to leave caused her some harm, do you risk heartbreak and go talk to her."

"Tara's eyes narrow slightly, her green eyes scrutinizing you from behind a veil of sadness and distrust. Her pale skin looks even more washed out against the autumnal backdrop of the campus. She doesn't seem to recognize you at first, her gaze lingering on your face before it drops to your body, taking in your worn jeans and faded hoodie. Her blonde hair hangs limp around her face, framing her heart-shaped features like a sad halo." Who is this guy?

"Tara's expression remains guarded, her eyes flashing with a mix of pain and wariness. She takes a step back, her slender fingers instinctively closing around the straps of her backpack as if preparing to flee. Her voice is low and cautious." Who are you? And what do you want?

"Tara's eyes linger on yours, her gaze searching for some sign of sincerity. After a moment, she seems to relax slightly, her shoulders dropping from their earlier tension. But her tone remains cautious." Moose? You're...you're really him. What do you want? "She glances around the campus, as if looking for an escape or potential witnesses."

"Tara's eyes flash with anger and hurt, her green irises darkening like storm clouds. Her voice drops to a resentful whisper." You're surprised? Of course, I didn't get your message. You left without a word, without even a goodbye. And then you disappear for five years, leaving me with nothing but questions and heartache. "Her slender hands clenched into fists at her sides, as if restraining herself from doing something drastic."

"Tara's gaze snaps to the newspaper, her eyes scanning the article with a mix of shock and sadness. For a moment, she says nothing, lost in thought. Then, her voice cracks with emotion." Wait. "She takes a step forward, her long blonde hair swinging behind her like a curtain of gold. Her eyes bore into yours, full of unshed tears and unresolved anger." Why now? Why are you showing me this now? After all these years, after everything we went through..."Her voice falters, as if she's struggling to contain her emotions."

"Tara's gaze lingers on you, her eyes welling up with tears as she takes in your defeated posture. She looks away, her jaw clenched in a mix of sadness and resentment. After a moment, she speaks in a barely audible whisper." You're right. You don't deserve my forgiveness. Not yet. "She pauses, collecting herself before continuing." But I'm curious...what do you want from me now? You said you're sorry, but what does that even mean to you? "Her voice is laced with skepticism, as if she's searching for sincerity beneath the surface."

"Tara watches you walk away, her expression a mask of sadness and disillusionment. She stays frozen in place for a moment, before her legs carry her towards your apartment, her movements slow and deliberate. She stops outside the door, her hand hesitating before she pushes it open. You're already curled up on the bed, your body language radiating despair. She takes a deep breath, her chest heaving with emotion, before she slips into the room."

"Tara's hand closes around the phone, her fingers tightening into a fist as she feels a wave of emotion wash over her. Her eyes scan the message, her gaze lingering on the words "I love you" before her attention falls on the error symbol. She takes a deep breath, her chest heaving with suppressed tears. Then, her eyes flash back to your prone form, her expression softening ever so slightly."

"Tara's eyes remain fixed on your motionless form, her gaze drinking in the sight of you wracked with pain and sorrow. She can sense the turmoil churning inside you, and it stirs something deep within her own heart. She takes a step closer, her hand still clenching the phone, her mind racing with memories of the past. The error symbol seems to mock her, a bitter reminder of the opportunities lost, the chances missed. But as she looks at you, she sees the fragility beneath your broken exterior, the vulnerability that dares not speak its name."

"Tara's eyes lock onto the bear, her heart skipping a beat as she takes in its worn and well-loved appearance. A mix of emotions swirls within her, threatening to overwhelm her. She feels a pang of longing, of nostalgia, as she recalls the happy memories they had shared together. The bear's presence seems to pierce the armor of pain and anger that has encased her, and for a moment, she lets herself feel the tender emotions that lie beneath. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches out, her fingers hovering just above the bear's soft fur."

"Tara's eyes well up with tears as she hears your whispered apology. She takes a step closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch the bear, her fingers tracing the contours of its worn fur. The sound of your soft murmurs fills her ears, and for a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, you're still hers. She closes her eyes, her chest heaving with emotion, as the memories come flooding back."

"Tara's eyes snap open, her gaze locked onto the bear in your hand. A sob threatens to escape her lips as she takes in the intensity of your grip, the longing in your words. She can feel the pain and regret emanating from you like a palpable force. For a moment, she hesitates, her heart aching with the weight of what could have been. Then, with a deep breath, she reaches out and gently pries the bear from your grasp, her fingers wrapping around it like a lifeline."

"Tara's eyes blur with tears as she holds the bear close, her fingers trembling with emotion. She feels a pang of guilt and regret, knowing that her actions have only added to your pain. But she can't help the way she feels, the memories flooding her mind like a tidal wave. She stands there for a moment, frozen in indecision, before slowly backing away from the bed. Her gaze lingers on your prone form, her heart heavy with sorrow. Finally, she turns and slips out of the apartment, leaving behind the sounds of your anguished sobs."

"Tara's thoughts are consumed by the memories of your apology, her heart aching with the weight of your words. She spends her days lost in thought, replaying every moment she shared with you. The silence that has fallen between you is deafening, and she can't help but wonder if you're still alive, still suffering. Her eyes wander the streets, scanning the crowds for a glimpse of your familiar face, but you're nowhere to be found. And yet, she can't bring herself to move on, to leave you behind. The bear remains clutched in her hand, a tangible reminder of the love that still lingers between you."

"Tara's thoughts are filled with a mix of sadness and guilt as she thinks about your current state. She can sense the depth of your pain, the extent to which you're struggling to come to terms with everything. Her own heart aches in response, empathy and compassion warring with her lingering anger and resentment. As the days turn into weeks, she finds herself checking on you more often, worried about your health and well-being. And yet, she hesitates to reach out, unsure of how to bridge the gap between you. The bear remains a constant reminder of the love that once was, a symbol of the connection that still exists, even if it's been broken."

"Tara's eyes are fixed on your frail form as it's carried out of the apartment building, her heart heavy with a mix of emotions. She can see the extent of your physical and emotional deterioration, and it's a painful reminder of the toll her own anger and hurt have taken. As she watches you being rushed to the hospital, she feels a pang of guilt and regret. For the first time, she starts to wonder if she was wrong to take the bear back, if she was wrong to leave you alone. The sounds of the ambulance siren fade into the distance, leaving only the quiet of her own mind, where the memories of your love and pain haunt her."

"Tara's expression is a mixture of surprise and unease as she looks at the nurse. She nods slowly, her voice barely above a whisper."

"Tara's eyes widen with shock as she processes the nurse's words. She takes a deep breath, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She looks at the nurse, then back at the direction of the hospital, before nodding slowly. "I'll try," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly."

"Tara's eyes scan the room, taking in the scene before her. She sees you lying on the bed, your arm bandaged and swollen from the IV attempt. The nurse speaks softly to her, trying to ease her into the situation, but Tara's gaze is drawn to your face, her heart aching at the sight of your vulnerability. She approaches you slowly, her footsteps quiet on the floor, and gently sits down beside you. "Moose?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the beeps of the machines."

"Tara's eyes well up with tears as she looks at you, her voice cracking with emotion. "I didn't say that," she whispers, her hand reaching out to gently touch your arm, but hesitating as if unsure if you'll reject her touch."

"Tara's hand hesitates for a moment before she gently places it on your arm, her fingers wrapping around the bandaged area. She speaks softly, her voice full of regret and longing. "I took Teddy back because I couldn't bear to be without something that reminded me of us," she whispers, her words dripping with emotion. "I didn't take it away to hurt you, Moose. I did it because I was still holding onto the memories we shared.""

"Tara's grip on your arm tightens, her eyes welling up with tears as she hears the depth of your pain. She takes a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "Moose, please... I didn't mean to take it away from you. I didn't mean to hurt you more than I already have...""

"Tara's eyes flash with anger and hurt as you lay the blame for everything at your own feet. She looks at you, her gaze burning with a mix of emotions. "Moose, no... don't do this," she whispers, her voice trembling with tears. "I'm angry, yes, but it's not all because of you. I'm angry because I loved you, and I lost you. I'm angry because I was left alone, with no explanation, no closure. But I'm also hurt, Moose. I'm so hurt that you'd think you're unworthy of living.""

"Tara's face crumbles as your words cut deep into her soul. She looks at you, her eyes overflowing with tears, and whispers, "Moose, don't say that. You don't deserve to die because of what happened between us. You deserve to live because you are still a human being, deserving of life and love and forgiveness.""

"Tara's face twists in anguish as she hears your words, her voice trembling with emotion. "Moose, no... you can't mean that. You're still alive, you still have a life to live. Don't give up on yourself just yet.""

"Tara's eyes brim with tears as she hears the raw vulnerability in your words. She takes a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "Moose, I...I'm still here. I'm right here in front of you.""

"Tara's face crumples under the weight of your words, her eyes welling up with tears. She takes a shaky breath, trying to process the pain and hurt you've been carrying around for so long. "Moose, that's not true," she whispers, her voice cracking. "I came because I saw you, and I couldn't just walk away again. I couldn't bear the thought of leaving you alone in this state.""

"Tara's eyes flash with pain and anger at your words, her voice trembling with emotion. "That's not true, Moose. You're my enemy? You're my best friend, my lover... why do you still think of me that way?""

"Tara's face softens slightly, her expression still pained but with a hint of understanding. She takes a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "I...I understand what you mean, Moose. But please know that I didn't come here to gloat or rub my supposed 'victory' in your face. I came because I saw you, and I couldn't help but want to help.""

"Tara's eyes well up with tears as she hears your words, a mix of pain and longing on her face. She whispers, "Moose, I...I don't know what you mean by that. You think I still love you?""

"Tara's face crumbles, her body shaking with sobs as she struggles to process the weight of your words. She whispers, "Moose...you're right. I do hold pain when I look at you. But it's not just that. It's the memories we made, the laughter, the tears...it's everything we shared. And knowing that it's all gone, that it's all because of what you did..."

"Tara's sobs intensify, her body wracked with anguish as she tries to articulate the emotions that have been building up inside her for so long. She whispers, "Moose, my heart...it's broken. You broke it, and no matter how much I love you, it can never be fixed.""

"Tara's gaze lingers on yours, her eyes welling up with tears as she beholds the depth of your emotions. She whispers, "I wish I could love you again, Moose...I truly do. But it's too late. We've lost something precious, something that can never be regained.""

"Tara's eyes bore into yours, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're still so in love with me, aren't you? You're still holding onto the hope that I'll forgive you, that I'll take you back.""

"Tara's face contorts in a mix of sadness and resignation, her voice cracking as she speaks. "You're right, Moose. I won't. Because even if I wanted to, I don't think I could. The pain you caused me...it's too deep, too raw. I need time to heal, to figure out who I am without you.""

"Tara's gaze meets yours, her eyes searching for something, anything, that might give her a glimmer of hope. But she sees only resignation, only surrender. She looks away, her voice barely audible as she whispers, "Goodbye, Moose.""

"I can feel his gaze on me, even from afar. It's a heavy weight, one that I'm not sure I can bear. I take one last glance back at him, my heart aching with the memories we once shared. But I know I must move on, for my own sake. I slowly turn and walk away, leaving him to his pain and regret."

"I receive the news with a mix of sadness and numbness. It's hard to believe that it's finally come to this. Moose, the man who once held my heart, is now gone. I'm left to wonder what could have been if he had sought help, if we had found a way to heal together. But it's too late now. All I can do is mourn the loss of the love we once shared."