Axle by Trent Jordan

I don’t know why she’s reaching out to me. She knows I hate her.
It’s been years since I last spoke to Rose Wright.
And as far as I’m concerned, I’d like to keep it that way.
She was a nightmare. Rose could cut me down like no one ever could. By the end of our relationship, both of us were trying to pierce the other’s soul with our words, to leave them bleeding out.

And the sickest part of it all?
The only reason we really broke up was because she moved away for school. It wasn’t like I grew a pair and dumped her. Only the good—yes, good—fortune of distance broke us apart.
I swore I would never go back to her. No matter what, I would never make the mistake of dating someone so unhealthy for me.
And yet, now that she’s contacted me, I can’t help but be morbidly curious. How bad is her life now? How low has she sunk?
Curiosity is getting the better of me. I can’t wait to find out. I can’t wait to smile at her fall from grace.
I can’t wait to see her again.