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OLIVIA

“Whatever happened last night should be forgotten. It was useless,”

Aiden's words echo in my head, over and over again. I can't get them out of my head, no matter how hard I try.

His words stings like a slap in the face. Does he know how much they hurt me? Does he know that they cut deeper than any knife ever could?

I should have shouted at him. I should have ranted and let him know how much his words hurt me. But, I didn't do anything. I said nothing. I let him call the cab and I left his house.

Now, I sit in the cab and regret my reaction to what he said. I wish I could go back and tell him I don't like what he said. I wish I could tell him that he hurt me with his words. I wish I could tell him that I love the moment we shared last night and I hate the fact that he tagged it as “useless”.

I look in the rearview mirror. My eyes are already brimming with tears. I hate how easily things affect me. I wish I were not so sensitive, but I know I can't help how I feel.

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