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"Who was that?" Kayla asked later that night, combing her fingers through Max's hair. "She's irrelevant, doesn't matter anymore." He explained, pecking her hand. |
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Edited at June 9, 2026 09:58 PM by rose123
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Max started drinking again, some days he'd wake up with Kayla beside him with zero clue how he ended up there. |
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Edited at June 9, 2026 09:58 PM by rose123
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He found himself somewhat missing her, staring up at the ceiling sometimes with Kayla resting her head on him as his thoughts only remained on Kylie. Max had stopped eating and drinking more, eyes becoming more hollow and hoodies and baggy jeans becoming his go too's. |
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Edited at June 9, 2026 09:58 PM by rose123
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Max sat in the very back row, not even listening to the professor as he teached. He looked different now, dyed hair, hollow expression, same voice though, not the same eyes. Now they were dull, foggy even. |
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Edited at June 9, 2026 09:58 PM by rose123
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He got out of class as quick as possible when it ended, meeting up with Kayla and the two walking to the cafe just like him and Kylie used to. |
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Edited at June 9, 2026 09:59 PM by rose123
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Sunny
