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Prompt: How do you write, I don't love you anymore?
Simmon walks into the study, trying to sneak in, hoping not to get caught.
SNAP
The sound of a book closing quickly.
Simmon looked over, seeing James leaning on the bookshelf. The book closed in his hand as James looked at the cover.
"H.... hey. You're up late," Simmon spoke, trying to be nonchalant.
James doesn't say anything at first, remaining uncharacteristically silent.
"You're home... figured you'd still be with Sharpay," James says back, his voice cold as ice.
Simmon's eyes widen. How does he know about Sharpay? How long has he known? What should he say?
"S-Sharpay? She's just a friend, we were catching up."
"Catch up... is that what you call getting a hotel room together nowadays?"
Silence
'What do I say? Can I fix this?' Simmon silently panics.
James places the book in his hand back onto the bookshelf, sliding it next to the other books.
"When I used to look at you, I could write an entire library worth of books filled with thing about you and how much I love you. Now... I can barely write a sentence..."