Love To Hate Me
I try texting him instead, my fingers flying across the screen.
{Me: I'm so sorry, Jas. I know I'm a jerk, an asshole. I'm whatever you call me, but please, please come back to me. Or just tell me where you are. I'll find you. I'll do anything.}
I freeze, my entire body trembling as I stare at the phone, willing a response. But the screen remains blank, mocking me with its silence.
Jasper's words come flooding back, echoing in my mind like a cruel mantra. "Rhys, what do you want from me?"
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