Ember sat in an abandoned alleyway, staring at the wall in front of her as she waited for sleep to overwhelm her.
But she wasn't tired... she was so... numb.
Everything that was happening... she couldn't understand it.
Why would Max do all these things if she meant nothing to him?
She closed her eyes, feeling more sobs edge up her throat.
It was dark out here now, the moon covered by the clouds, shielding it's light of hope.
She was so exhausted, but every time she tried to close her eyes and sleep, her lashes would only force their way open.
But her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she gazed down at the screen to find Max's familiar text messages that she ignored, along with one from Sammy.
She scrolled through all Max's:
Come back.
Where are you?
I didn't mean to say that.
I'm sorry.
I know you need space, but please tell me where you are.
Please.
Ember.
And the one from Sammy:
How are you feeling?
Ember was silent for a moment, wondering if Max prompted her to say that to get her to talk, but she answered anyway:
I don't know.
Her typing icon came, then a new one popped up:
He's worried about you.
Ember shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks.
No, he doesn't. I get the hint, okay?
What hint, Ember?
Her thumbs shook as she typed:
He doesn't want me.
How do you know for sure?
He told me that I...
That you what?
He said, "not everything is about you."
She was silent then, and Ember put her phone down, sobbing in her jeans as the wind cut through every part of her again.
A new notification from Sammy.
Where are you, Ember?
She was silent.
Ember, I can take you back to Alice. Just tell me where to pick you up, okay?
Ember closed her eyes before typing:
You're trapping me.
I'm not trapping you.
Yes, you are. You're baiting me with going home, but really, you're going to tell Max where I am.
She was silent.
It doesn't matter, anyway, she texted then. I don't know where I am. All I know is that there was a nice old lady who turned out to know my father, that's it.
Huh?
Yeah, that's it.
When she didn't respond, Ember closed her eyes and let some tears slip, clutching onto herself as she waited for the night to pass.
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