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~Mia~
My phone buzzed against the nightstand as I stared at the ceiling. It was Andi. The chirping tone was the one I set for her texts so I’d know when she was sending me a message. If the one I just received were anything like the ones from the night before, I already knew what she wanted.
I grabbed a tissue from the box beside the lamp and blew into it. Between losing the battle with my emotions and my newfound allergies, I could barely breathe. I hated crying, but it’s the only thing I’d managed to do last night.
Gripping the phone in my hand, my stomach rolled as I brought it closer. I tapped the screen a few times and pulled up Andi’s message. Scrolling over each word, I wasn’t surprised by what she had to say. It was just as I suspected.
Ayden isn’t giving up on the idea of
