The message was from Ryan.
I stared at his name for a few seconds before opening it.
“Bella, please. Just talk to me.”
I almost laughed. It was the same thing he had been saying for months. Since the day I left, Ryan had refused to accept that I was gone. He called almost every day. Sometimes more than once. He sent messages in the morning, at night, and sometimes in the middle of the day but I ignored all of them.
At first, I read every message.
‘I’m sorry. Please come home. I know I messed up. Give me another chance. We can fix this. I’ve changed, Bella. I don’t want to lose you.’
After a while, I stopped opening them. It was easier that way.
But that morning, I looked at his message again. Another message arrived. “Please answer me.”
I locked my phone and placed it on the bed. M
