117. The Break Up
Author: Kayysemiu023
last update2025-02-23 03:15:44

"Ivy, please just hear me out. I understand how you feel-well no one can truly understand what you're feeling at the moment - but I want to be here for you. Look, I know finding these people is very important to you–"

"--so why are you trying to get in my way?!"

"I'm not, I swear! It's just that I don't support this method you're trying to use."

"Is this still about Chris? Oh my goodness Van, I already told you not to worry about it. It's not like I'm getting married to him or anything like that!"

"Okay so why do you keep pushing me away?! I was worried sick about you all day. It's been two whole days and you won't return any of my calls, and all my texts are left unreplied. Ivy, it's not fair." When Ivy told him she intended to pay a visit to her foster parents that Chris had found for her, Van cound hardly believe it. Until she got dressed and left the next morning.

"It's not fair? Why won't you at least try to understand what I'm going through. I know it might be hard for you but
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