Chapter 8
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It was almost midnight when Tanner finally showed up outside my dorm, holding a sleek box of macarons like a peace offering he didn’t really mean.]]
“Hey. Eat these. I don’t have much time.“]
He didn’t even look at me properly. “And cancel your flight. Break’s too short to go home anyway. We’ll just chill here.“[]
When I didn’t answer, he finally glanced up.[]
“What’s wrong with you now?“]]
“Tanner,” I said, my voice hollow. “We’re over. Stop coming here.“]
He let out a dry laugh. “Right. ‘Over.” He shook the box of macarons open.[]
“You’re really gonna make me do this every time, huh?“]
“Just cancel the flight, alright? I’m not playing. Don’t blow up my phone later asking why I’m not on it.“[]
He reached out like he was going to feed me one.]]
“You haven’t seen me in weeks. Seven days without me? You’d lose it.“[]
I stepped back like he’d burned me.]]
“I said we’re done.]]
I don’t care if you stay here with her for seven days or seven months. It means nothing to me. Understand?“[]
His smirk finally dropped.]
“Okay, what is it now? What did I even do?“]
His voice got low, irritated. “You know you can’t function without me. Why are you like this? Did I let you get away with too much?”
Something in me snapped.[]
“You’re staying for Ayla. Don’t stand there and lie to me.“[]
My voice trembled but I didn’t look away. “You think I’m stupid? I saw everything. Your little hospital date. Your all–nighter.“[]
“I don’t care who you sleep with, Tanner. But don’t you dare come here pretending you’re doing this for me.“[]
He looked down, sighed hard, and threw the macarons on the ground.[]
“Yeah. Fine. I’m staying for Ayla. You happy?“]
Chapter 8
“But if your best friend was lying in a hospital bed alone, wouldn’t you stay too?“]
“If I hadn’t been so busy babysitting your emotions, she wouldn’t have gone out and wrecked her bike. So yeah–this is on me.“[]
He ran a hand over his face, exhausted. “I’m done arguing about this. I’m tired.“[]
I turned away. “Then stop talking. Leave.“]]
I was done. So completely done.[]
the door. he
But as I walked toward the door, he raised his voice behind me:[]
“You’re really gonna be like this, Addie? After everything?“]
“I’m not begging this time. Keep your ticket, don’t keep it–I won’t be on that flight.“]
“Go ahead. Give me the silent treatment. See what happens when I spend a whole week with someone who actually wants me around.”
I didn’t turn back.
I was already gone.[]
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