I waited for two days in the villa for Damian, but he never showed. I couldn’t stop crying. Every night and every morning I would reach out for him in our bed, and realize that he was gone, that he wasn’t going to be with me anymore. I couldn’t stand sleeping in the bedroom anymore, so I slept on the sofa instead. Damian kept ignoring my texts no matter how many I sent him, no matter how much I begged him to reply, and he kept rejecting my calls. It hurt me to no end. He had never been this way before, he must have hated me so much now, and it devastated me. I didn’t know where he was, and there was a part of me that worried about him. On the third day since he left me, I decided to go to the beach villa. I thought if he was still in Bali, then he would most probably stay in his own place. As I was in the taxi, my phone rang, and my heart skipped, thinking it was Damian, but it was Max instead. “Hi, Max,” I said to my phone as casually as
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