DIORA
"I meant it when I said I was done with him, Chris," I said into the receiver, looking through my closet for a shirt to wear. "We are done. I was doing fine without him in my life and I'd continue to thrive without his presence." I fumed, taking out a shirt and slipping it on.
"So, are you going to return the car then?" she asked me and I frowned.
"He can come get it if he wants it back. I am not going to approach him for anything." I answered, dropping my phone on the flat surface of one of the compartments.
I slipped my shorts on.
"Are you sure you are not going about this the wrong way?" she exhaled.
"I am twenty-five, Chris. I am an adult. A grown-ass woman and I know what I want. We were never official anyway. So, it makes things easier." I stated without mincing words.
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