{Right my wrongs by Bryson Thriller plays loudly in the club}
Chloe sits alone on a spot, taking a drag from her cigarette, sipping it with a glass of whisky. She looks pale like someone who hadn't had enough sleep and truly she had not. She could not just forget the rejection. Shawn rejected her. How could she ever be the same? The same person that made her like this called for a meet-up; said it was urgent. What could it ever be if not Elena. Elena, Elena, Elena! She's always in my way. Why can't she just stay out of his life and let him move on. I already thought Shawn was now accepting the fact that Elena was out of his life and he could concentrate on better things, ME. I have everything he needs. All the love and care he need are right in front of him. Why can't he just look at him the same he does to her. Where could I have gone wrong? A hand touches her from her back, drawing her out from her thoughts. She looked back not surprised at who she saw. The same man she was expecting.
"Hey," He took a glass and joined her drinking.
"Want some?" She stretched forth a cigarette to Shawn but he declined the offer. He had serious plans.
"Is it that serious, Shawn? Just take a drag and you'll be fine."
"I'm okay, Chloe. I don't want to get back home and let Elena see me this way. She hates it."
It only made Chloe irritated just mentioning her name. Could they ever talk about another matter.
"So what's the issue?" Chloe asked finally.
"I want to set the lines here, Chloe. I've had enough of waiting and I'm losing my patience."
"I don't understand." She looked confused.
"I want to get rid of Harry and this time there's no mistakes." Shawn said with so much anger in him. What Anna said to him back at the hospital had eaten deep into him and he saw that it was all true. Elena would never accept him as long as Harry breathes. And he was going to put an end to this.
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Elena paced around her room, pondering on whether to call Harry or not. Should she tell him or not, she thought. She was confused. She stared at her phone severally, eating off her nails.
"Gosh, just send him a fucking message Elena." She spoke to herself.
She took her phone quickly on the bed and texted him.
*LET'S MEET UP AT WESTERN STREET. THE PLACE OUR CAR BROKE DOWN IN THE RAIN. WE MEET AT THE ABADONED RANCH. I'LL BE THERE SIX PM ON FRIDAY.* - From El
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