Page 80 of Love Me

“Let’s rain some shit down on their parade,” Abi says.

Her eyes glint, and she climbs out. I follow her, walking toward them, craving a reaction as well.

“Your boyfriend is looking for you,” I say in a low tone.

Celine stiffens while Dane groans low in his throat.

I drag a hand over Abigail’s shoulder while Dane snaps his head at us.

“Hunter’s not my keeper.”

“Hmm. This one is known for taking girls who are not his.”

Dane glares at me, his body vibrating with barely contained anger. He has such a short fuse, but in his defense, I have Abigail next to me while her finger sparkles with my ring.

Celine places a hand on Dane’s chest. One moment, I struggle to process what is happening; the next, I see her inching closer to him. I fucking lose it. Not even Abigail can hold me back. Before their lips can touch, I’m on him. I push him back and punch him square in the face, sending him to the ground. He spits blood and jumps up, coming after me.

Abigail shrieks, pulling me back, but I shrug her off.

Blood and dust cover us and Celine yells. “Stop!”

That moment of hesitancy gives Dane an advantage. Because she makes me stupid, he hits me in the corner of my eye, causing me to step back. A piercing scream resonates first before the ground slips from under me.

I smile, knowing nothing will cushion my fall.

See it. Fucking see it, Celine. For me, it will always be just you.

I catch myself by clinging to branches off the side of the cliff while pebbles roll next to me. My name out of her lips undoes me. She grips my hands, her eyes swimming with tears.

“You can’t pull me up,” I say.

“Don’t even think of letting go.”

She twists her head to the side and Abigail says, “Just keep holding him.”

“No problem, sweetheart. If he falls, I will console you with my dick,” Dane grumbles.

I burst into laughter. This is not how I imagined I would die.

“Stop laughing,” Celine says.

“It’s funny, don’t you think? You can’t hold on much longer. Your hands are clammy, and your arms are trembling.”

“Quite the motivational speech.”

Her lower lip quivers.

“Celine, look at me.”

“No.”

“Baby, I need you to look at me.”

She does. There’s the love of my life.

“Death will be the best thing, not feeling, not caring, and especially not having to see you day in and day out and not have you or claim you as mine.”

“You do not give up on me.”

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