“Mark.”
“Do you remember the padlock? It’s over.”
“We’ve known each other for a long time, but
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five years apart made us distant.”
“We dated for four years, and you canceled
the wedding a hundred times. I know that you
don’t love me. I can’t be Sarah.”
“You love Sarah, and you’ll do anything for
her.”
“I lost.
“I’m letting go.”
I wanted to stay, and I stopped writing several
times.
But what Mark did didn’t deserve it.
Mark wasn’t happy.
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He was depressed and shaking.
This was the first time I saw Mark like this.
He shouldn’t be sad.
He should be calling Sarah.
Mark grabbed his phone and called me.
I didn’t answer.
Mark texted.
“Abby, where are you? You never do this. Do
your parents know? This is embarrassing.”
“It takes two to break up!”
ILA
Abby We can tell !!
“Answer the phone, Abby. We can talk.”
I texted, “It’s over,” and blocked him.
Mark stopped and rushed outside.
I was confused.
Soon, Sarah called.
“Abby, this is too much! Why would you break
up with Mark? You disappeared.”
“We’re just friends. I’m like a sister to him.
You’re too sensitive. What will people think?”
Sarah put me down, laughing at me.
She got Mark to do whatever she wanted.
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“I left you for him. You should be happy.”
I laughed.
Sarah was quiet.
“Sarah, you’re rich. You can marry Mark. No
one will say anything.”
“As your sister, I’ll give you a gift at the
wedding.
I hung up.
I was happy to let go.
Sarah wanted to inherit the money.
Sarah liked Mark to make me jealous.
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I didn’t care if she loved Mark.
My parents texted me and said that Mark
asked where I was.
I told them I wanted to be alone.
I was going to forget Mark.
The next morning, I woke up.
I felt good.
Grandma Willow waved at me. “Breakfast is
ready.”
“Okay.”
I ate with Grandma Willow.
“Do you want this?”
Grandma Willow asked, holding a padlock.
“It’s not mine. Did you get it wrong?”
I said.
Padlock? It looked nice, but I didn’t
remember.
“Okay, I did.”
Grandma Willow put it away.
I ate.
“Abby!”
A guy with dark circles ran in.
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He grabbed me. “I found you! I knew your
were here.”
What?
I stepped back and asked, “Who are you? Do
I know you?”
The guy said, “It’s Mark! Don’t do this. The
wedding’s next week.”
He grabbed my arm.
I stepped back, behind Grandma Willow, and
said, “I don’t know you. Don’t touch me! I’ll
call the cops!”
“Abby, it was my fault. Can we talk?”
Mark asked “I thought you wouldn’t leave.”
“I pushed you away.”
“You’re weird! I don’t know you! Did you hit
your head?”
I asked.
“Help Abby.”
Mark asked Grandma Willow.
“She doesn’t know you. Leave. You love
someone else.”
Grandma Willow said.
“I was wrong.”