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Elizabeth sighed, "I am alright Heather. Stop staring at me as if I am going to cry."
Heather blinked her eyes innocently, she was actually squatting just so she could lean her head on her arms that are crossed at the top of the table.
"Stand up will you."
Heather finally stood straight, "Are you giving up on him?"
Elizabeth was agape, that was quite a question she got there.
"Why do you think that way?" she asked, flabbergasted.
"I mean, look at him. A hopeless one isn't he? You need to find a different person to-"
"Stop."
Heather looked at her and she could see the seriousness in her eyes.
Elizabeth was not in the mood in the first place. For her to just run off her mouth like that, she was not liking it.
"You were stubborn when it comes to Cyrus, so don't suggest things to me."
Heather looked at her intently before a smile broke in her lips.
"I understand."
