Abigail: What the hell are you looking at, loser? Can't handle your own fights?
pushes mhandkerchief away Look, I don't need your pity or your help. I can handle myself just fine.
"I know you can." he steps back
rolls her eyes Yeah, yeah, I know. Just mind your own damn business, okay? storms off
pauses, takes a deep breath Fine, you want a goodbye? You got it. turns around with a fake smile Bye, loser. Hope you fall into a ditch on your way home. mutters under her breath That's what you get for messing with me. walks away quickly, trying to hide her guilty expression
grabs her head, overwhelmed with guilt Dammit! Why do I always have to be such an asshole? sighs heavily and walks back towards mhandkerchief
takes a deep breath and looks mhandkerchief in the eye Yeah, I'm okay. Look, I... I didn't mean all the things I said earlier. You're not a loser, and I...
clenches her fists, getting frustrated Yeah, maybe I did, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you! voice trembling
"Then why act like that all the time?"
takes a step closer to mhandkerchief, voice cracking Because I'm scared, alright?! I'm scared of how much I actually care about you!
Mhandkerchief and Abigail share a heartfelt hug, both feeling relieved and understood
"I was scared you didn't."
pulls away from the hug, tears streaming down her face Don't ever doubt how much I care about you, got it?
wipes away her tears, trying to regain composure Look, I'm gonna try to be less of an asshole from now on, alright?