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Rory’s pov

Four years ago Flashback

“Let her go.” Ginger said, hurrying over to me as the door shut, “you don’t need her..”

She was wrong. I needed Taylor. I needed her like the air I breathe. I needed her ‘cause I realised I was dead to her.

“Come, let me help you get cleaned up.” She took my hand and began pulling me with her towards the bathroom, but I yanked it away from her hand and stepped back from her.

“What you need to do is help yourself out of my house and never come back,” I told her before walking away from her.

I speeded...