Prologue

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*Greg's P.O.V.*

"What do you mean you're leaving?" I questioned.

My heart was beating a mile a minute as Wendy continued to start at me with her big, sad brown eyes.

"I didn't want to end this way. I swear, I never wanted to hurt you," she said, almost choking on her words.

She seemed sincere, but if she didn't want to break up, then why was she doing this???

"Then why are you doing this?" I questioned, on the edge of a hysterical breakdown.

"It's Stan- you know we have our history—"

"And we don't?" I cut her off. "Wendy, you've had it for me since I got her, when we were KIDS...I just don't understand how you can still question everything between the two of us..."

"I've known him since we were kids too," Wendy quietly defended herself, a single tear falling down her cheek.

I wanted to wipe it away and tell her to stay. I wanted to hold her and convince her. I love her...

"I'm so sorry, Greg. I have to go," she mumbled before running off.

As soon as she was out of sight, I collapsed on the bench and let a single tear fall down my face.

Goddamit...

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