CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTYJEREMYWhen I left my room, I headed straight to Celia's room. I ignored the fact that it was already breakfast time. I knew I was going to find Celia there.I stood outside Celia's door, my heart racing with anticipation. I had been thinking about our argument nonstop, and I knew I had to make things right. I took a deep breath, steeled myself, and knocked on the door.Celia's voice was cold and distant as she bid me enter. I opened the door and stepped inside, my eyes locking onto hers. She was sitting on her bed, her back straight and her expression unforgiving."Celia, I—""I don't want to hear it, Jeremy," she cut me off, her voice firm but trembling with emotion. "I don't want to see you again. I'm done with you."My heart sank, and I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I had been expecting anger, maybe even tears, but not this. It's not a complete and utter rejection."Celia, please listen to me," I begged, taking a step forward. "I know I mess
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