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OLIVER P.O.V.

We finally arrived at Xoe's place and I honestly just wanted to go to sleep. It was around 11 pm and Xoe usually slept at like 3 am and she didn't like to be alone so I guess I had to stay up. I didn't mind though, I loved chatting with her late at night. It was our thing.

I set my bags down in Xoe's spare room that I'd usually stay in. I went to the living room to sit with her and I see her staring at her phone, at the verge of crying. I engulf her in a hug.

XOE P.O.V.

I get out of the car and let Oliver in the house first. As he goes to his room I feel the similar vibration of my phone. I look at my phone, and my heart stops. It's a text, from her.

This girl, was once the love of my life. She was beautiful. She was kind. She was, what people would say, "the one". But then again, she was. She always made me smile with her goofy self. She cared so much about me. At least, I thought she did.

She was also the one who ruined me. Who made me go mad. She destroyed me. She fucked my life and everything in it...literally.

«««FLASHBACK»»»

XOE P.O.V

I stare at myself in the mirror wondering if I should go to this party. Isis said it'd be fun, but to be honest, I just want to see her cute face again. Six hours a day, 5 days a week, for 40 weeks isn't enough for me to get to see her.

 This is my favorite picture of her

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This is my favorite picture of her. She is my everything. I literally feel like she is just a ball of colorful lights brighting up my world. I suddenly remember I have to get to the party so I start to pick out my clothes.

I put on a black laced bra and my favourite plaid shirt with some casual ripped jeans.

I put on a black laced bra and my favourite plaid shirt with some casual ripped jeans

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I texted Oliver if he wanted to go and like always, he declined. He's such a pussy.

I head over to where the party is at and immediately see some familiar faces from school. I try to get to the kitchen, for food because who doesn't like free food??? I push sweaty bodies out of my way as I'm making it to the food table. Then I remember why I came, for Isis.

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