Jade’s POV
The moment I opened my phone and saw the message, my heart stuttered.
“wait”
“Please. One last chance. Meet me behind the school after eighth period.”
I didn't need a name to know who it was from.
Hunter.
I stared at the phone for so long that the hallway around me faded into background noise. My fingers tightened around the my phone, the words blurring slightly as moisture gathered in my eyes.
Why now? Why, after everything?
Part of me wanted to rip the paper in two and walk away like none of it mattered. But a bigger part—some desperate, trembling piece of my heart—still remembered every stolen glance, every whispered memory, and the pain etched in his voice the last time we spoke.
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“One final time,” I whispered to myself.
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