Marc POV
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Y/n has been in Monaco for about 4 days now and I haven't heard a word from her since... well since we had a bump in the relationship but we can go past it. We always did.
I approached André, my best mate since kids, he'll know what to do.
M: "Mate! How's it going?"
A: "About time you came! Great man, how you? Is it true y/n went to Monaco?"
M: "Good good. Yeah she left a couple days ago. Listen mate, we haven't spoken since the dinner. What should I do?"
A: "Have you messaged, phoned maybe?"
M: "She ignored my messages and doubt she'll answer a call."
A: "Give it shot, you never know."
After catching up I arrived home and decided to call. I dialed the number and after a few rings it was picked up.
Y/n: "What do you want?"
Surprised she answered and even more surprised by her greeting I pleaded with her to talk but she ended it. Frustrated I threw my phone on the bed. Y/n wasn't her usual self on the phone she sounded preoccupied. Definitely wanted to be doing what ever the hell it was before I called rather than talk on the phone.
I sat for a while and gathered any and all thoughts. If y/n didn't want to talk on the phone so be it. I will get her back somehow.
Then it hit me! I will go to her...
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