Chapter Seventy Six

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'Dear Dove,

I'm sorry. I feel like everything I say is a waste and that everything I do is useless. I tried to be there for you, I tried. I really did. But there's something wrong with me and I can't remember what it is.

I'm sorry that I wasted your time and I'm sorry that I wasn't as helpful as I wish I was.

You deserve better than me.

Everyone does.

Maybe it's time for my story to end.

Goodbye Dove,

Max.'

Max gulped as he read over what he wrote. He felt his throat tighten and loosen with every breath he took, and whenever he took a shot of air, his heart stung.

Maybe it's time for my story to end.

Max wasn't too sure. He felt like he had lost everything. There was so many secrets he had yet to understand...so much of everything to figure out.

Maybe it's time...

Max erased the email and turned off his phone before he threw it on the floor and exhausted the air from his lungs.

Maybe it was time.

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