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Max walked out the front door right as she pulled away, seeing it was her and finding himself longing for the woman. He sighed, tossing the sweatshirt inside as he went to his car. |
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Kylie went to class, sitting in her normal seat. |
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Max's gaze kept drifting to her, though he never paid attention. |
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Kylie could feel his eyes on her, but she didn't look back at him. |
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He didn't need her, didn't miss her. He was only here for the education then he was gone. Yeah right, whatever. Max focused back on the professor, dotting down notes. |
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After class, Kylie got up, collecting her things. She glanced up at Max, instantly noticing cut marks on the inside of his wrists. Her eyes widened, looking away. Later that day, she caught Emery at a café. She didn't know her well, but well enough to speak to. "Hey, I just wanted to let you know, Max is cutting himself. Like on his wrists. I still can't be around him yet, but I was worried," |
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Max packed up quietly and slipped out. Emery had been the first to know, she always was the first. She'd noticed all his habits, more bottles turning empty and replaced. |
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Kylie nodded, "I was just worried... I still care for him, I just cant trust him after what he did. And either way it seems like he doesn't want me anyway," she chuckled lightly, covering up her sadness. |
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Emery sighed, taking a sip of her coffee and setting it down. "I don't know why he did it, he's just gotten worse since you left though I don't blame you for leaving. He'd finally gotten into a healthy relationship after years of toxic ones, I don't know why he'd just toss it down the drain."= |
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Kylie shrugged. "I dunno either," she sighed. "I just wish he hadn't... he was so good to me, it was wonderful... I really did love him," |
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