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Because he wants me.

But not enough to figure his shit out.

Not enough to fight for this, whatever it is.

The realization stings, worse than I expect it to.

I square my shoulders, forcing my voice to steady. “You know what, Graham? Fuck you.”

His head jerks back slightly, like he wasn’t expecting that.

I take a step back, wrapping my arms around myself as if that will protect me from the ache blooming in my chest. “You don’t get to show up here and act like I’m the one who needs to explain myself. You don’t get to push and pull and expect me to just wait while you figure out what the hell you want.”

His expression is unreadable, his fists clenched at his sides.

I shake my head. “I’m done with this conversation.”

Then, before I can give myself a chance to change my mind, I turn on my heel and walk away.

I don’t stop.

I don’t look back.

I march straight back inside, through the blur of music and people, searching for Vee.

Because I need to get out of here.