Mark's POV.
We sat in silence for a while. I traced the damp rim of my glass with my fingertip, pretending I didn't hear the stark truth in his voice.
Lucas finally leaned back, the leather of the booth creaking. "You need to talk to her, man. Actually talk."
"What's the point?" I muttered, the hopelessness washing over me again. "She made her ch
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