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Wren tells his side of the story. He remembers the weekend he spent with Juan and the heartache it brought him.
Juan is a selfish, using and manipulative f#ck. We spent two days in a hotel room together. He went on about his ex and how she had broken his heart. But he wasn’t complaining like a teenager, no, he did it with style. He begged for pity and then tells you how hope for love will give him life. He said he was sorry and embarrassed for crying and would make up for it by allowing you to forgive him. I fell for it like an idiot. The oldest trick in the book and I fell hard. He was yearning to feel like a man again. He constructed reasons to stay with me. He made it all the way into my bed. The first night we were drunk. We woke up surrounded by take out food and nearby tourist attraction pamphlets. Having promised him healthy distractions, we found ourselves on the beach following a deer that had come up to us. We got ourselves between two houses and kissed. We lied to each other and said we were getting feelings. At the hotel, we remained unclothed for the entire next day. He told me about his family and I told him about mine. He told me that he felt alive again. What I never told him was that I did too. He took the fear out of love for me. We made plans to meet in the city. Sunday morning, I woke up and found my wallet empty and the rental gone.
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