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Penn State University.
Home to the craziest sorority girls, most obnoxious football players, and a possible Vice President's son.
Sloane Beck wants nothing more than to have her cheating ex-boyfriend crawl back to her.
Blake Day wants not...
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Sloane Beck
As the days passed I grew more heartbroken at the fact that I was always his but he was never solely just mine.
Did I tell the girls what happened? Absolutely not.
I knew my friends better than that and having four screaming girls ready to kill Blake Day at any second reeked of disaster. Especially when Thanksgiving was literally in two days and I didn't want to be the reason why yet another holiday was ruined.
I don't even think he was going to make it to the Friendsgiving. I had no clue what was going on, everyone else was more enthusiastic about it than I was. I was actively trying not to be distant but obviously, everyone knew something was up.
I had been ignoring Naomi's calls to the point that she had called off of Matti's phone a few times. Reese had been healing at a remarkable speed but he tried to check in every so often.
Natalie and Griffin were so busy trying to parent and both of them juggling working.
Finn and Ellie were more worried but I felt as if I had given them no reason to worry.
I came out of my room, I got ready for the day, and I ate in front of them.
Everything on the outside looked like I was fine but on the inside? I was fucking dying without the one person who made life make sense.
It was the twenty-third of November.
Which meant it was less than forty-eight hours until I saw him again until my heart would break into bits and pieces.
Have my days gotten easier?
Nope—absolutely not.
Not even close.
When I sleep I dream of being in his arms—his touch, his laughter—I can smell and sense him all around me. But when I wake, I'm alone.
All fucking alone all over again.
Part of me wishes that he would just knock on my door because I would just take him back.
But the other part of me wishes that he would just erase himself from my mind. I would never forgive him unless he groveled. Unless he showed me he changed—he would have to work for me.
But I knew we would melt back together—hopefully.
He was my person—I couldn't be without the flame to my wick for long.
I would wake up, gasping for air and patting the bed all around me, in hopes that he would be there. He would've crawled in. I never had bad dreams about him—it was all happy filled with memories but the idea that he's just gone—I can't live with that.
I can't live without him.
Of course, I know my worth.
But I also know that he loves me. He loves me more than anything in this world and it took him a while to come to terms with it. I also know he fights for what he loves. I know he does.
