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SLOANE

“Explain? What exactly do you want to explain? Walking out on me the moment I confess my feelings to you? Standing me up on a date you’ve spent weeks begging me?”

“Sloane, I’m sorry.” I wait for him to go on but he doesn’t. A red haze covers my vision and it’s all I can do not to self-combust.

I stare at him, blinking rapidly, willing the tears to stop, but they fall anyway, hot and fast. I