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“Why, so you can tell me how screwed up everything is? How I should get rid of them? Write them out of my life?”
A shadow crossed his face. “You can only live in La-La Land for so long. It’s a mirage, and eventually, it’s going to collapse. You’ll be left with something that’s impossible to get rid of—”
“Yeah yeah, whatever,” I said. “You’re still dealing with your bipolar ex?”
He looked down at his hands. I noticed his fingers dancing near his pocket.
Was he… was he nervous?
“Turns out re-writing her didn’t work as well as I planned. You can only change certain parts of them, but whatever’s at their core is gonna stay.”
“And did you figure it out? What’s at her core, I mean.”
He brightened. “I think so.”
“So you’re going to get rid of her?” I asked. “How do you get rid of them, exactly?”
“It’s complicated—”
“I want to know,” I insisted.
Bo’s broad shoulders sank, and I saw his sleeves pull up to reveal a little more of his colorful tattoos. “This is going to sound weird, and I’ve got an appointment to get to—”
“Just tell me,” I pleaded, looking up at him.
“You’ve got to… You’ve gotta not need them anymore.”
I felt my forehead crinkle. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve really got to go,” he said, looking at the door behind him.
“Meet me afterward?” I asked in a small voice.
For some reason, I really,reallywanted to talk to Bo about all this. I just wanted to make sense of it; to talk to someone else that had been through it.
“Alright. Meet me at that cafe down the street. I’ll tell you everything I know.”
22
Bo
After the appointment with Dr. Silk, I made my way down the street to the hipster coffee shop. A small part of me worried that I wouldn’t find Grace there; that she would have left. If that was the case, I could easily just pick up some coffee or something to go and then escape.
I entered the space with the tall glass windows, the bright green plants dangling from netting in the ceiling, and the aroma of fresh coffee beans wafted into my nostrils. I remembered being a design student and coming in here all the time.
Oh, when times were simpler. Back when I gave a fuck about every fucking thing that crossed my path—
I could hear the squelching sound of a barista fucking up the milk on one of those lattes…
I peered around, looking for Grace. Hoping I could find her here. Because damn, I wanted her to need me.
I needed someone to need me besides Summer.
But the sad truth was, normal people didn’t need guys like me. Only total shit shows wanted to spend time around me.
Thus, I kept attracting Summer.
I did a quick sweep of the area, looking for her.
