"Why would you be worried about me?" Pansy asked as she stared coldly at Theodore. She turned her eyes away from him and shook her head, picking at her nails nervously. "You're the reason I'm in this place. The reason I feel like no one cares about me. You told me you loved me and then shoved me in a mental institution. How was I supposed to want to live after that?"
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