Emily

It can't be him, it can't be that crazy person who has been sending me texts, I silently murmured over and over again when I saw Adam running after the figure. Was this guy crazy enough to follow me to Paris? I couldn't help but ask myself that question while putting on my underwear and clothes. Coming back up to me, I saw Adam was staring at me intently before he got redressed then ushered me in the direction of the hotel. Feeing my phone vibrate in my pocket, I took it out and saw that it was a text. Reading it, I wanted to burst into tears.

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