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LONDON, ENGLAND
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~ MAIA’s POV ~
“Well, I’m sorry but I can’t be friends with you, Maia. I can’t pretend like all of it meant nothing, hold hands with you, and sing Kumbaya,” he spat gingerly. “But as selfish as that may sound, you doing this to me, keeping me on a retainer, that’s even worse,”
“Hunter, I’m not trying to—“
“Maia, I love you, but please don’t call me again, ever,” he said in a commanding tone. “That’ll be the kindness thing you can do for me,”
“Hunter—“
“Good bye, Maia. I hope you have a great life out there,”
And with that, he turned off the call. My heart sank to my feet at the sound of the line being disconnected.
I know I shouldn’t have called. But I
