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HAYES

I haven’t slept. Not even a wink.

I didn’t even try because I knew it would be futile. How could I when I tore her apart with my words. Those cruel, calculated lies ripped her apart.

I don’t love you.

I wish I had never met you.

Christ, just thinking about it makes me want to punch myself. But I had to. I had to. If she hates me, it’ll be easier for her to move on. That’s what I keep telling