Jayden stood there, standing, waiting. If one word had to describe him it would be ghostly, even that word didn't seem to fit. He seemed to be there physically, but his mind was far away. Then it struck me. I knew what it was, the reason why he appeared as he did. I'd hurt him. I'd done it before, but this was worse. I'd taken up a friendship with him again and he saw it as false, he didn't believe it. I'd torn his heart to pieces that night, when I'd realised his claim, but now I'd done more than that I'd shredded it. I could almost imagine the tiny pieces of it looking like confetti drifting down to the soles of his feet. He looked away for the first time and I felt the intense pressure of his gaze lift, only to be replaced by guilt.

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