She sees the way he eyes her. How his eyes seem to linger on her lips or her eyes, the fine curve of her neck. And something always twists inside; hurts and stings and punches a hole in her lungs, making it impossible to breathe. Because his eyes never linger on her. They flit around the room until they zero in on their intended target.

She hates that she's always there to see.

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