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SLOANE

I twirl my phone in my hand, staring blankly at the ceiling. The silence in the apartment feels oppressive, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. I slump back into the couch, letting out a long, frustrated sigh.

I’m bored out of my freaking mind. The worst part of this boredom is the gaping emptiness in my chest.

I miss Hayes. God, I miss him so much it’s pathetic.

It’s been five days si