When Shayne finally came to in the hospital, the first thing out of his mouth was, "Can we not break up?"His voice was weak, but his eyes locked on me like he was trying to burn my face into memory. All that confidence he used to flex? Gone. Just desperation left."Eight years, Leyla." He struggled to lift a hand. "All this time, I really did love you. No one else will ever love you more than me."I shook my head. "No, Shayne. I don't need anyone else to love me. I can love myself."The Chat Feed blew up:[Crying... Ley-Bae just bodied him with that line!][Congrats on your breakup, I guess?]He froze, lips moving with nothing coming out.I smiled, calm now, untouchable. "Your love meant me simping while you gave nothing back. That's not love—it's cheap. I appreciate you stepping in earlier, but it's too late. You pushed me away way too many times."His hand trembled on the sheets, eyes wet. "I'm sorry."I shook my head. "Sorry doesn't fix it."No apology could erase eight
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