HANNAH POV
Meanwhile, Elias wouldn’t leave me alone. My phone vibrated endlessly on the bedside table, I didn’t even need to look at the screen to know it was him. With what he did to me, I never expected him to text me back. If he thinks he can win me back, then he’s joking. I reached for it anyway.
Missed calls, Too many to count. The text messages were too much. His name popped up on my screen and it was starting to piss me off. I had blocked about 5 of his numbers, but he still keeps on texting me with different numbers. Elias had always been persistent. Obsessive, and also a narcissist. Ending things with him didn’t feel like closure. It felt like opening a door he refused to walk away from.
I didn’t read most of the messages. I didn’t need to. I already knew what they would say.
