That Little Letter

Chapter Eighty Three

'Dear Lovey Dovey,

No. Don't disappear. You're the only person, the only thing, that can save me now.'

Max reread what he wrote and quickly erased it and started over. He didn't want to sound lovey or mushy. He wanted to treat her as if she was just a normal person. Maybe then, he wouldn't get hurt again.

'Dear Dovey,

No. Don't disappear. Lots of people care about you and you leaving would just upset them. You mean a lot to somebody...and others.

And think about it, Dove. You have a boyfriend and a mother who loves you. I don't see why there's an issue with that. Think about it, Dove. You are loved. More loved than a lot of other people.'

Max swallowed as he stared at his message, and though his thumb hovered over the backspace, he forced himself to continue writing.

'Listen, Dove. I have an important question for you and I don't want you to push it away.

What's your address?

Please send me it in your next email. It's important I get it.

Thanks, and I hope you have a wonderful day.

I love you'

Max clenched his jaw and slowly erased those last three words. Did he love her? Yes. And that's what he hated. He didn't want to love her, or anyone. Because it would hurt him. Dove had hurt him, and he didn't even tell her those words with the romance he always wished he would.

Instead, he grew bitter and pushed himself from those feelings. They were useless. Love could never fix a man.

But somewhere in his heart, he knew it could.

But he'd never let his heart take over. Not after what had happened the previous time he caved into feelings. This time, his feelings didn't matter. Feelings didn't matter at all.

'Later,

Maxi.'

And then he pressed send.