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The wind gets knocked from my lungs. “No? What do you mean, no?”

She slowly meets my eyes, her lower lip trembling as she cries, “I’m…b-breaking up with you, Dixon. I n-never want to see you again.”

My heart skips a beat, and I doubt it’ll ever return to its normal rhythm ever again. “Madison? No. Please God, no.”

She ignores me and continues to crush me. “I can’t be with you. I don’t trust you. And I don’t think I ever will.”

Thump…

Thump…

…Thump

“Please give me a second chance.” I drop to my knees, surrendering everything I am to her. “I was going to tell you everything tonight.”

She shakes her head, closing her eyes. “I just…I can’t. How can I believe you?” As she opens them, I begin to commit to memory everything about her because I know it’ll probably be the last time I ever see her. “Too much has happened. I could have gotten over the fact you slept with Beth. Maybe even the fact you’ve slept with your patients. But you lying to me for so long. You doing this to ‘protect’ me. I can’t ever forgive.”

“Madison, please.” Normal, coherent words have escaped me. All I’m capable of is begging.

But she doesn’t want to hear any more excuses. “Beth may be a bitch, but she’s sick, and you totally exploited that. That’s a cruel thing to do to someone who trusts you.”

“How is she the victim here?” I ask, interlacing my hands over my brow.

“She’s not.” Clawing at her shirt, she says, “The only victim here is my heart. Goodbye, Dixon.”

“Maddy, no.” A single tear rolls down my cheek. “You said that whatever I had done, you wouldn’t care. You lied, too. Maddy, you lied, too.” I thump my fist into the ground, unable to process what is happening.

She bursts into tears, covering her face and wailing. “I s-should have l-listened to you…I shouldn’t have used words I don’t understand.”

I reach out desperately, grasping onto any last hope that this is all a bad dream. But when she sobs hysterically and jumps into her car, I know this nightmare is really happening. She starts the engine, puts the car into gear, and she doesn’t look back as she speeds off into the night.

I’m left on my knees, watching the taillights of her Fiesta get smaller and smaller. I stay this way for how long, I don’t know. It’s long enough for the crowd to disperse, and I’m left alone, staring into the night where Maddy’s beautiful face once was.

She’s left me, and I know it’s for good. I always knew it would come to this. But knowing something doesn’t make the reality any easier to digest. My lies have unraveled, and now I’m left with the consequences of the mess I’ve made.

Fisting the stones underneath my fingers, I dig them into my palms until I draw blood. The feeling is an instant relief, and I wonder what’ll happen if I open up a bigger wound and bleed myself dry.

Instead, I pull it together. I tell myself to man up and deal. With nothing further to lose,I slowly stand tall as I know what I have to do.

Nothing else matters anymore. I stopped caring the moment Madison said goodbye.

If this were a movie, the heroine would eventually forgive the asinine hero, and both characters would live happily ever after. But this isn’t a movie, nor am I the hero. This is real life. This ismylife. And I intend to start living it.

Carpe diem, motherfuckers.

This mindset has me pounding on Juliet’s door, not caring if she’s asleep or in the middle of something important. I can hear the TV humming softly in the background and two voices, one asking the other who might be knocking on their door.

“Pizza,” I say, disguising my voice as I step aside, avoiding the scope of the peephole.

“Did you order pizza?” Juliet asks as her voice gets closer and closer to the door.

“No. You probably did and forgot,” the cesspool of filth replies.

“We didn’t order any—” I don’t let Juliet finish, however because I charge forward the moment she opens the door and shove her out of the way. I focus my fury on Dylan, who quickly stands as he sees me stampede through the living room.

“Dixon!” Juliet cries, running after me and latching onto my arm. She knows that the proverbial shit has hit the fan, and there is no stopping me now.

I shrug her off and continue my rampage toward the scum of the earth. “Hey, you’re Sunny’s boyfriend,” he says in surprise. “What do you want?”

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