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Crystal's POV We stand looking at each other for a while before I find my voice. His movement toward me makes me speak up. "What the hell are you doing here?" He stops walking toward me and examines my dress for a while before sighing heavily and running his hands through his wavy hair. He looks lost for words and I wonder when Bryce became this way. The Bryce I know is never short for words to say, never lost to say sweet words to a lady just to get her into his bed like he did to me and he has never looked this powerless and sad. "Can't you...?" "Crystal, please calm down", he takes two steps forward and holds my hands. I try to push him away but he is stronger. He is staring at me and I can see his blue eyes piercing deep into my soul, trying to find answers. I kn