Chapter 22: Stitches

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(Finley POV)

"Did you cheat on me?"


The question hits me hard and I feel myself gulp.

"No, I just...I need time to think."

I try to tell him but I knew he wouldn't understand.

No one could understand me.

"What do you mean? Fin we've only been dating for what a month and a half? I don't understand, did I do something wrong?"

I could hear him tearing up over the phone with anger in his ragged breath.

"No, you didn't do anything it's me." I try to explain.

This was taking longer than I wanted it to and breaking up for no reason other than I'm not ready was harder than I thought. I lean against the balcony railing holding my pounding head.

"Fin...what's wrong? Talk to me,"

He begs but there was nothing to talk about.

"I don't know Lei," I groan while rubbing the bridge of my nose in anxiety. Fuck my shitty life at the moment.

"Talk to me when you know, Stop fucking around with my heart like this," He says and hangs up angrily.

I toss my phone to the side and let out a loud scream.

The people below look up briefly but continue walking because apparently seeing a crazy lovesick idiot on Paris rooftops is a normal thing.

"FINLEY!"

I spin around when I hear my name to see Mari and Taehyung out of breath from running up four flights of stairs.

The color drained from their faces.

"What the fuck do you want?! Can't you see I'm in the middle of releasing my pain and anguish!"

I yell at my idiot cousins but Tae comes over and grips my shoulders.

"They're gone."


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