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I'M THE PLAYER
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Complete, First published Sep 03, 2023
"I want to know if you're going to break up with me." I stated.

"Yes." Daven stated.

"Then it's over." I said immediately.

"What?" Daven said.

"I am breaking up with you, sorry though." I said.

"You're a really good player and heartbreaker." Daven said curtly.

I showed a fake smile and got up to leave then Daven held my hand.

"You never loved me." Daven deadpanned.

"Um yeah." I said.

"Just a friend. Probably not even a friend. But I love you. Ashley, hurting others doesn't heal your pain." Daven deadpanned.

Ashley Serafina Scott fell in love too recklessly hard at her early teenage years and she got broken hearted. She tries to heal her pain.

How will she do it?
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