“Don’t you want to know why I hate you so much?”
Grace froze.
“Why?”
“Heh heh…”
Maura started laughing, laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face.
“Help me?”
“Grace, what you did was charity! A handout!”
“You always have that high-and-mighty attitude, like you’re some kind of savior!”
“But you know what? The thing I hated most wasn’t that you were smart, or that you were pretty.”
Maura pressed her face against the glass, her features twisting into a monstrous sneer.
“It’s that you stole Elliot Ashcombe!”
Hearing that name, Grace was stunned.
Elliot Ashcombe?
“You’re surprised, aren’t you?”
Seeing Grace’s blank expression, Maura’s laughter grew more mocking.
“I had a crush on Elliot Ashcombe back in middle school.”
“For him, I woke up early every day to buy him breakfast and secretly did his homework.”
“But what about him?”
“He only had eyes for you!”
“He worked at a construction site just to buy you that limited-edition hair clip, tearing his hands to shreds!”
“He got beaten bloody by a bunch of thugs to protect you from being bullied, and then lied to you, saying he just fell!”
“Even the day you transferred schools, he stood downstairs from your apartment all night, in the pouring rain, just to get one last look at you!”
Grace was completely floored.
She… she had never known any of this.
She only remembered Elliot as her prank-loving deskmate.
She never imagined that the boy who was always pulling her braids harbored such deep feelings.
“Later, in college, I thought I’d finally gotten away from you, but Elliot still couldn’t forget you.”
“He went to the police academy to protect people like you.”
“He rejected me when I confessed to him because his heart was still full of you!”
Tears streamed down Maura’s face, mixing with the grime, making her look utterly pathetic.

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