My dearest Ava,I think about the day we met a lot. Do you?If you don’t, let me paint the picture to jog your memory:It was a Friday night, and there was an art gallery being hosted by my company, Axion Tech. I arrived on time (as always), and you arrived late (as always).Or maybe you came early. Maybe you came the earliest, but I remember seeing you late, and the second I laid eyes on that red hair and those green eyes, everything changed.Before I noticed you, I noticed nothing. The world was just another gathering of boring rich people doing boring rich things. It pains me to know that my whole life before you, that was all I was: boring, and rich, and desperate to escape people like my father and Madison, who were trying to hurt me, or already had.You changed my life simply by looking at me at the back of that art show. I lie to myself often that everything I did when you slapped me: kissing you, becoming your fiancé, moving you into my house, my space, was all necessary to fi
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