Two of my books are coming to an end before the end of this year and honestly, I am so excited.
I can't wait to go back and revise/edit the book with more details and simply improve the developed plot.
I tried contacting Leigh-Ann again today.
Harry did block me, but his Instagram was no longer private for some reason.
I took the opportunity to look through his page and eventually DM him.
It consisted mostly of a few of his mates that he hadn't seen for a long while, his art, and occasionally my beautiful baby girl's face.
Her warm smile was often visible in the photos, but her eyes were so cold.
Harry never responded to my message.
A few months past and I continued to check on Leigh-Ann via Harry's page.
She was happy.
They were happy and I would be lying if I stated I wasn't jealous.
I knew nothing was going on, but still.
More face began to appear in Harry's photos alongside Leigh-Ann; male and female.
I always found myself staring at the man who was rather close to Ann.
She was moving on and I didn't understand it.
Why couldn't she just wait for me again?
Why couldn't she come back to me again?
This endless cycle was us; it's who we are.
Coming together, drifting apart, it's the only thing we knew.
I wasn't ready to let go of that just yet even though it was unhealthy.
Honestly, I didn't care how unhealthy any aspect of our relationship was, as long as I had some part of her in my grip, that was enough for me.
A/N: I will not be updating this story for the next few days due to back to back updates.
The next few chapters will be spread out unless I have a sudden urge to simply put them out.
I will let you know otherwise.
I hope you guys had an amazing Thanksgiving (if you celebrate it).
Author's Note Part Two
I'm doing ProjectBadboys and I would greatly appreciate it if you would go show some love on my story, The Last Standing McCann. You can find this story on my profile. Thanks guys!
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