Los AngelesAnn’s POVHelpThis is pure deceit, but I couldn't care less. I watch the message tick sent before grabbing the bottle of vodka and gulping it all down, hoping it will help drown out all my thoughts.HelpI send again, this time with desperation and frustration tugging at my heart.When I watch the message go, my heart crashes against my chest at the realization.He wouldn't reply to me. He would never reply.He is probably somewhere with his bride-to-be, having the time of his life, while I am here, in nothing but a bathrobe, drowning myself in alcohol in a cheap hotel close to his apartment.We were here once, when he claimed he had friends over at his apartment, three months ago. I was suspicious, but his sweet words overruled my suspicions.When a hot tear slips through my cheek, I wipe it away quickly, remembering the vow I made.I won't cry for him anymore. I won't beg him anymore. And I won't fight for us anymore.He isn't worth it anyway.But why do I keep feelin
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