He Called Me Needy, Then Lost

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The notification on August' s phone, unheard by me, was

energy through the vibrations. But I didn't answer. I didn't even look. I just let it ring, then blocked his number. Then, I deleted

a figure burst through the swinging doors of the private clinic.

ger. He reached for my arm, a familiar gesture of own

d urgent. "Why aren't you answering

tion, August," I said, my v

. What's wrong? Are you sick?" A flicker of gen

my feet. "I'm fine. I'm

eck-up? What kind of check-up? Bailey, tell me what's g

rying to pull my hand awa

on. "You never come here for 'routine' check-ups. Are you hiding some

s anymore, August," I said

ort, sharp sound. "Everything about you

"We broke up. You remember? Two days ago. I

t's just a phase. Let's talk about it, properly, when you're not... whatever

ter this time. "Bailey Glass

my arm free. I didn't look at hi

heavy behind me. "Bailey, w

eting his gaze. "No, you're not," I said, my voice cold and clear. Then, I