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I hear the crunch of grass nearby, and I know someone is close.

My heart beating fast, I turn around.

And there’s Luke.

What the fuck now?

He’s been waiting for me.

Again.

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Really,though.What the fuck does my ex want with me now?

Luke is clearly drunk. Very,verydrunk.

I can see it in the way he’s staggering on the spot, his knees buckling. I can see it in his half-opened mouth. I can see it in his glazed eyes as they stare, hungrily, at me as I sit on the playground swing in the dark and empty park.

“I want you back, Ava,” he says.

Ah. That’s what he wants.At least he’s straight to the point.

His voice is slurred. It penetrates the night air like a cheap piano that’s off-key. A horrible sound.

It’s a voice I really don’t want to hear right now.

I’ve seen him drunk like this a few times. It is certainly not a pretty sight, and it usually means that his quick temper is not far away.

That temper I know all too well.

“Luke? What the hell? What are you doing here?”

He takes a step toward me.

“Ava...”

“You’re drunk, Luke,” I say.

I stand up from the swing in the opposite direction to my ex, but he still limps forward toward me. Even though he is not in complete control of his faculties, the man is literally twice the size of me. And I amalwaysaware of that fact. That star high school quarterback figure that I’ve come to know so well is looking very, very dangerous right now.

“I want you back,” he says. “I’m here to get you back. It was wrong of us to break up, Ava.”

His voice is really slurring now.

I shake my head, holding my firm ground.

I’m praying that he simply gets tired and walks away back home.

But I’m too optimistic.

Please go away. Please go away.

Luke steps toward me again. And again. It’s so quick.

And now he’s so close.Too damn close.

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