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My mobile hadn't buzzed in over four weeks. Four weeks of nothing, then, three days earlier, my reprieve from feeling like a lying, selfish bastard had been stabbed to death.
The first text, I'd opened without thinking. It'd been from Liv.
LOOK, DANNY, I KNOW YOU DON'T WANT TO SPEAK TO ME, I'M NOT DUMB, BUT I NEED TO SPEAK WITH YOU.
It'd taken half a day before the next one came in—and until the day after that for my phone to start ringing. After which, texts along the lines of 'Will you stop being a d**k and answer your phone. Please', had begun.
Every noise my phone made with Liv's name as the culprit had my breaths stalling and my chest aching, and my head in a f*****g spin it couldn't seem to throw itself out of.
Brushing my teeth in front of the bathroom mirror, I stared at m
