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was going to be. He had been calling me every day.
But today, he seemed especially persistent.
Maddox’s name flashed on the screen, as the call went
to voicemail. With an angry wail that sounded like a broken
record to my own ears, I tossed the phone at the wall. It
bounced and slammed onto the floor, the screen cracking
and going black.
The call ended.
The wave came again. It crashed into me, and even
though my body had long grown numb to me, it still… hurt.
I still drowned, gasping for air, gasping to stay alive.
Riley let out a soft sigh. “You have to talk to him. Just
once, Lila. Not for his sake. But for your own. You’re
hurting, and you need closure.”
“I don’t want anything from him,” I spat. “There’s no
better closure than not seeing his face or hearing his
voice.”
Riley walked to where my broken phone laid. She picked
it up and handed it to me. “How is this closure?” she asked
softly.
My fingers brushed over the fractured screen, and my
skin caught on one of the cracks. A tiny prick: a sharp
sting, like a paper cut. Blood gathered around the littlest
cut. Bleeding.
I fisted my hand, hiding the wound. Oh, how ironic.
Riley grasped my wrist and slowly uncurled my fingers.
Her gentle touch skimmed over the cut. “This is not
closure, Lila.”
My heart stuttered, and I blinked back the tears. “I can’t
hate him. I tried, and I can’t. But I also don’t want to
forgive him. I can’t forgive him.”
Maddox’s betrayal cut deep, so deep… there was no way
for me to reach it and wrap a bandage on it. I couldn’t stop
the bleeding, couldn’t stop the wound festering into
something nastier, something more agonizing.