The Letters You Will Never Read.

“But E, I love you…”
“No, you don’t. Stop lying to me. And don’t call me that.”

This was too typical, Eve thought. This was the kind of thing you see in cheesy romance movies from the turn of the century. Eve was numb. There was nothing that made her feel anything about anything at this point. And then there would be sadness. And then anger. Horrible, horrible anger. Maybe even uncontrollable. This had happened all before. Then she’d feel better, because he’d come running back, pretending he cares for all of three seconds.
And then he’d leave again. And it was so hard for Eve to bring herself to be mad at him. But he’d done it. Left her hanging one too many times, and if he didn’t come back for real, she was sure to fall. Chasing after him while he was still a fake would only make her fall harder.

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