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Sebastian
I couldn’t get the image of Zoey holding back tears out of my mind. I hated when women cried. Usually, they were happy to let the tears go and use them to get what they wanted, but it was worse when they held back. When they tried to stop them. I hurt her.
Fucking hell. I didn’t want to hurt her. No matter how many times I thought about how good it would feel to have her show up one day and see me happy with my new woman, it hurt to see her cry and to know it was because of me.
Maybe her staying away was for the best. Maybe I should find someone else. Avoid her like she was avoiding me. Move on with my life for real instead of wishing I could for a decade and not really giving another woman a chance.
Before I lost my nerve, I opened that stupid dating app and accepted a ha
