Tanner is over at Max's house today.
It is just like any other day.
Tanner throws his phone on Max's bed in frustration.
"She keeps fucking calling me."
"Why don't you pick up?"
"She's only going to nag about how she misses me."
Max thinks that is hardly nagging.
Wrong choice of words.
More like whine.
"Is that a bad thing? Aren't you two in love?"
"Love? She's in love."
"That's harsh."
"That's life."
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Unrequited
Short Story"If there was such a thing as love, he thought. She was love." __________ A short, fucked up, unrequited love story between Maxwell and Layla.
