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Dear Max,
For you, it might have been simple. For you, it might have been something to keep you from being bored.
But for me? It was so much more. I thought we would be together forever. I thought what...
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"Ava, we need to talk," Max demands.
I glare at him for ordering me around. Who does he think he is? The King?
"I'm not going anywhere near you," I growl.
He huffs at me, running a hand through his brown hair.
"Please Ava, I want—no need—to explain." He pleads, begging. He thinks I'm going to fall for his act. How funny.
"I'm not listening to a word you say. You made everything very clear two years ago." I say coldly, maintaining my glare. "Now leave me alone."
Max's eye twitches slightly, a sign that he's agitated. Good, I'm winding him up.
My eyes glance over to Lawrence and Bree who are both looking between me and Max with curious eyes. I can almost see the wheels turning in their heads about what's going on.
I don't really want to explain everything again, telling my story once was heartbreaking. I don't think I can go through another emotionally exhausting story again today.
"Ava—"
"Go." I snap, interrupting him. Hopefully, he'll get the message. I doubt it but a girl can dream.
"No. I'm not leaving until I explain everything." He snaps back, straightening his posture. I purse my lips in annoyance, narrowing my eyes. Can't he just leave me alone? He's already tortured me enough, my heart just can't take anymore.
"Listen here, Max." I start, standing up so that I'm my full height. Even though I only reach his chin, I'm still pretty tall. "I don't want to do this again. I got the message okay?"
My voice turns slightly softer at the end from my sadness. My mind keeps replaying it over and over, to make me feel worse.
"I know and I'm sorry but what you saw—"
I cut him off again. "I know what I saw so don't come up with some bullshit excuse okay?"
He looks upset that I won't listen to him yet he continues. I know Max, he won't give up. Or, at least, that's what he used to be like.
"Ava." He sighs, annoyed. "I'm not trying to make an excuse. I know what you saw and I'm trying to say that what you saw didn't happen."
Biting the inside of my cheek, I try to tell if he's lying. His eyes stare into mine, holding it. The desperation for me to believe him is unreal. He seems so lost; broken. A small part of me pity's him but before I even think about giving some sort of pity, I remember the heartbreak. He doesn't deserve my sympathy. He ruined me—changed me; I'll never forgive him for that. Not ever.
