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Days had gone by, a full week had gone by and his touch, voice and scent drifted through my mind. I was too proud to beg for him back, when he had hurt me more than he realized, he stood there as I begged him to tell me he wanted me. But his silence scarred me more than his words could ever.

"Smoothie?", Avery asked as she handed me a mango smoothie, the color of yellow reminding me of how I felt when I was with him, happy.

"Have you heard anything?", I asked her as she had just gotten off a call from Tyler. She shook her head as my expression fell yet again. I asked myself at night why I didn't go home, leave my stubbornness here and say that I didn't care, I didn't care if he hated me, if I was too much for him, because I just needed to feel his touch again, his lips again. But I never could, and the end of the day I spent alone, in a large bed on an exotic and romantic island.

"I was thinking we should go out tonight", Avery suggested as I looked down at my butterfly fuzzy pants