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Gripp made himself leave without a note or even another kiss. He knew that one would not be enough. Nothing would ever be enough. It was best to depart from the situation as quickly as possible and begin the endurance of the tragedy right away. He went back to his apartment and packed his things, of which wasn’t a lot. He then boarded the plane the next morning, and before he did, he deleted April’s number from his phone. If he knew it was there, he would always hold onto the hope of her finding it in her heart to follow him. She could find someone else and find love with them. He would be happy for her. But for him, she was it, his fated mate. Gripp sat on the plane back to Eblax and held in his tears the entire way. He dreamed of April as he slept, seeing her in that flowing red dress
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