"Mac... is it true?" Hazel's voice trembled with a mix of anxiety and disbelief, her eyes locked onto Max, hoping for an honest answer. But Max maintained a facade of indifference, choosing to pretend as if nothing were amiss.
"That's why I suggested Mac invite us here, so we could address it," Alicia interjected proudly, seemingly pleased with her role in bringing this situation to light.
Hazel, her skepticism still present, couldn't help but smile. "Come on, I've caught you. Your acting isn't exactly convincing. Your pranks are getting a bit too costly," she remarked, attempting to alleviate the tension, though her doubt remained evident. Max's silence and calm demeanor only deepened her suspicions.
"Hazel... I'm sorry, I haven't been able to make it up to you," Max finally spoke, his tone carrying a hint of remorse.
"This isn't a prank, it's reality," his admission left Hazel stunned. Max held onto Alicia, and as they began to walk away, Alicia resisted, a scene that unfolded like a painful tableau.
"Don't leave me, please," Hazel's voice quivered as she grasped at his hand, desperation evident in her grip.
"I've already forgiven you. I love you, and I can't imagine my life without you. You can love her, but just let me be by your side... please," her voice cracked as tears streamed down her face.
"Hazel, I'm sorry, but I can't reciprocate your feelings. My heart belongs to someone else," Max's words were like a cold blade, his voice devoid of emotion.
"No... no... look into my eyes. Can't you see the pain I'm in? My heart beats for no one but you," Hazel pleaded, her voice filled with raw emotion.
"Hazel, please don't push me. It's best if you forget about me. I never loved you," Max's final declaration cut like a knife. He opened the door of his car for Alicia, entered, and drove away, leaving Hazel standing there, shattered.
Left dumbfounded and struggling to process the information she had just received, Hazel stood motionless. As thunder rumbled overhead and rain poured down, people around her scattered for shelter. Yet Hazel remained rooted in the downpour, a mixture of thoughts and emotions flooding her mind. Hot tears mingled with the rain as they streaked down her cheeks, her heartache unbearable and her throat dry as the storm raged on.
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