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After what feels like an eternity, he nods. “All right then.” He stands. “Enjoy your vacation.”

He turns and walks away.

I swallow the sudden tears that rise in my throat.

I will not cry.

It’s over. That’s fine, because all Christopher was meant to be was a fun distraction to fill up my lonely night. In the end, I’m doing the right thing by letting him go.

That’s why I came here, to change.

I can’t melt into a pool of liquid heat and go to dinner with him. I can’t break the vows I’d made to myself. Especially for him, a younger guy with whom I have no future, no matter how he makes me feel. Besides, he probably just wants another night of crazy sex.

This has to be a test. There’s no other option.

I’d done the right thing.

Tomorrow will be better.

My eyes well.

I will not cry. I’m done crying over guys.

I’m strong. I can do this. I have to learn to be alone.