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It feels like I haven’t been here in so long because I've spent most of my time at Briar’s. When I'm not working, I'm at Briar’s. When I’m eating, I'm at Briar’s because either I’m cooking or she’s cooking. When I’m showering, I'm at Briar’s because it’s usually after sex or after work to wash the day away. The only time I’m ever back here is to sleep and down my pills if I remember them.

God, now I fucking wish I just slept over all those times she’s asked. That way, I can spend more time with her.

Now I feel like a fucking stalker because I’m trying to find her on social media, but it’s like she disappeared. She’s no longer on my Friends list, which tells me she blocked me.

Fuck.

I am so fucked.

What do I do now?

I’ve never regretted anything more in my life.

Chapter 28

Briar

So, it turns out Rurik memorized my number. Jesus, am I supposed to feel kind of giddy that he memorized my fucking number? And no, I’m not going to text or call him back.

Do I consume his every text as if I'm starved for connection?

Possibly.

But I don’t text back, no matter how much I want to.

He apologized! He’s literally begging you to text and call him back.

No. He must realize that he can’t keep throwing me out like that. It’s fucking tiring, and honestly? I deserve better.

I get another text notification and groan despite immediately opening the text.

RURIK MY ANGEL:

-Answer your fucking phone.

-Briar.

-This isn’t funny. I need to talk to you. Please don’t shut me out.

- You know what I hate the most? When people try to take away my choices for me. That’s what you fucking tried to do, Briar.

- You gave me an ultimatum — a fucking impossible one, if you ask me, because you just don’t understand the whole picture — and expected me to fucking answer immediately?

-I knew you’re fucking crazy.

I glare at the recent text. Usually, I would text him back and say I love his way of flirting, but not this time. He’s been spamming me with calls and texts, and he thinks I’m crazy?

I mean. Okay, yes. I am.

But that’s not the point! I’m the one who spam his inboxes. In fact, I remember being well acquainted with the inside of Rurik’s phone in the beginning.

My phone vibrates again.

RURIK MY ANGEL:

-I messed up, Briar. Big time.

-Can you at least reply back so I know you’re alive?

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