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I dashed the leaking emotions away angrily.
The bastard had ghosted me.
After I suffered through heat, and had sex with him, and we’d been a team.
Yes, he was headed for prison. And yes, I’d known we’d be over as soon as heat ended.
But I’d thought I knew him better than that.
I’d thought we were friends.
The tears fell harder and faster.
I gave up on trying to wipe them away.
I was allowed to be sad for a few minutes, while I packed my bags.
Then, I was going to be furious, whether my emotions got on board with it or not. I wasn’t going to cry over the douchebag who’d left without saying goodbye.
I was such a shaky mess that I gave up on packing after a few minutes. Instead, I threw a change of clothes and my laptop in a bag. My backpack was missing too, so my stuff went in a tote I’d gotten for free from some school-related event. The bag’s zipper had been broken for as long as I could remember, and there was a big coffee stain on one side of it.
I clutched my phone in one hand and my keys in another as I walked out of the cabin without bothering to lock it. Even if I’d wanted to do so, I didn’t have a key.
And the place smelled so strongly of August, there was no way I could stay. The memories I had there…
I shook my head.
I couldn’t let myself think about any of that.
My mind needed to stay firmly in the present.
The present, in which I needed to get back to my old apartment. Vi and Randa hadn’t rented out my room, so I should still be fine to sleep there. None of my stuff was there anymore, but I’d survive.
I was practically a professional at surviving after the last few weeks.
I finally got in my car and pulled away.
Tears were still streaming down my face, but I didn’t pay them any mind. I didn’t have the energy to fight them, or to muster up the anger I’d promised myself.
It took me ages to get out of the forest and back to the main part of Scale Ridge.
Though I tried to focus on what was happening in the moment, my mind kept replaying the way I’d woken up alone.
August had abandoned me.
And it hurt like hell.
When I finally stopped in my old apartment’s parking lot, I stared over my steering wheel for a solid two minutes without moving. My gaze was on the building I’d called home for so long, the one my best friends still lived in.
But I felt nothing.
Nothing for the building, at least.
I wiped some more tears away, and finally shut my car off.
It was useless to dwell on what would never be.
My phone rang before I got out of the car, and I halted when I looked at the screen and found an unknown number.
