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I stood in front of the mirror, tightly gripping the necklace lying against my skin. I had never really wanted to wear it, because the necklace I wore before it meant more to me than it ever could, but I wore it for Mason. How naive I was. After the night before, the necklace with its broken promises and lies burned my skin in a way I never wanted to feel again, so I ripped it off my neck, breaking the clasp. The hearts scattered on the floor. I picked up the broken pieces and threw everything away. When I looked in the mirror again, the emptiness around my neck didn't feel right, so I pulled my original necklace out of my pocket and clasped it back in the place it had always belonged. That necklace gave me comfort, and even though Wes was part of the problem too, his necklace was the one gift I could never let go.

Walking downstairs to the kitchen, I grabbed a cup of yogurt out of the fridge and sat at the kitchen table. As I ate, I remembered Evan was working alone because of me, so I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.

"Hi, munchkin." His cheery voice filled the line, and I smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good. I think I'm going to come in today and help you out."

Evan barked out a laugh. "Oh no, you're not! I'm restricting you, Molls. I want you all healthy and shining with glee before you come back here. Understood?"

"Are you sure, Ev? I could come help--"

"I'm sure, Molls." He chuckled. "Goodbye now! Love you bunches!"

He hung up the phone before I could even respond, and I softly laughed. Nova ran into the kitchen and sat beside me, a big smile plastered on her face.

"What's up, Nova?" I asked as she grabbed a banana out of the fruit bowl on the table.

"Can I go over to Henry's?" She hid her blush behind her hair, and I smiled. She was so adorable and shy whenever Henry was mentioned, and it almost reminded me of Wes and I when we were younger, except for the fact that we had always been platonic.

"Sure." I smirked. "Is he your boyfriend yet?"

Her cheeks tinged pink. "N-no..."

"Okay... Just let me know when you're leaving." She shot me a grateful smile before running out to the living room, and I laughed.

Wes walked into the kitchen, confusion evident on his face. "What's Nova so excited about?"

"She's going to Henry's." He groaned, completely disgusted, and I smirked. "Come on, Wes. Don't be so cold towards your future brother-in-law."

His disgusted look transformed into complete mortification, and I busted out laughing. "It's so inevitable, Wes! They're meant for each other."

"That's like when our parents used to tell each other how we were meant to be just because we were best friends." He shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's never going to happen, Molly."

His words hit like bullets, and I didn't know why. I never loved him like that, and I know for sure he never felt anything towards me, but the way he addressed it hurt more than anything.

"Wow." I mumbled, turning away from him. "I see."

Wes sighed, turning me towards him and wrapping his arms around my waist. "That's not what I meant, Molls."

He planted a lingering kiss against my lips before pulling away and pressing his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes, sighing. Nova ran into the kitchen, and Wes quickly pulled away from me, acting as if nothing had happened.

"I'm leaving now!" She yelled, and Wes and I both nodded. Once the front door closed, Wes faced me, concern written on his face.

"What's wrong?" I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest, and he sighed. "Come on, Molls. You can talk to me. You can trust me."

I glared. "Can I?"

"Why couldn't you?"

I bitterly laughed. "You know why."

His confusion turned into annoyance as I started walking away. "I really don't. You could at least tell me why."

I froze, my hands balling into fists. No matter how hard I tried to calm myself, my anger only grew by the second, and so did Wes' irritation. "Why are you making it so difficult to be friends, Molly?"

"Because you left me!" I screamed, facing him again as my whole body shook with anger. "You stayed in London for three years when you promised you'd be home in two. Three years! I was so lost, I didn't have anyone here, and you never spoke to me once while you were there, even though you promised you wouldn't leave me again! You were the only thing I had!" A single tear slipped from my eye, and I wiped it away. "And then you come back, and it was like I didn't even know you! You changed so much and expected me to be okay with it, but it's hard! It's hard because you left!" I screamed. "You left me!"

"You act like I had a choice, Molly. I had to go there!" He hissed, glaring. "I wouldn't have gotten into college if I didn't!"

I bitterly laughed as more tears trickled down my face. "Bullshit. I could've helped you, and I would've but you chose to go there. You chose to leave!"

Wes' eyes grew red as he towered above me, his hands clenched into fists. "That's where you're wrong, Molly. I never needed you. The only thing I need you for is the deal until I can go back to my girlfriend."

I stared at him in disbelief as my heart dropped in my chest. His words were like a knife twisting violently in my heart, and as much as I tried, I couldn't stop my tears. I wasn't good enough. I wasn't worthy. And even though I knew that was how it had always been, I thought things were changing. But oh, how stupid I was.

"I'm not some toy you can use and then throw away when you're done with me."

He sighed, closing his eyes. "Come on, Molly. We agreed to this. You agreed to this."

"I don't deserve this!" I sobbed, pushing his chest. "I don't deserve to be used just because you're lonely. I don't deserve to be used!"

His eyes softened. "You're right. But I don't know what to tell you, Molly. I can't help that my girlfriend is in London and you're all that's here. You don't understand."

"I don't understand that the only reason you want me around is so you can use me?" I wiped the tears away as my frustration grew. Wes' eyes grew cold again, and so I followed suit. "You know what? Move back to London for all I care. But I hope to God that in a couple of years, you remember what you did to me, and I hope it hurts you like you hurt me. I hope you suffer just like you've made me suffer all these years. But I especially hope you realize how much I cared, even after you hurt me so badly, and I hope it hurts like hell."

And with that, I walked out of the door, away from the storm that destroyed me, finally realizing why hurricanes were named after people.