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I walk into Majorca airport and up to the reception desk, on a mission.
“Hello.” The receptionist smiles.
“Hello, my name is Nathan Mercer, and I am booked on a flight to San Fran this morning?”
“Yes.”
“I would like to cancel it, please.” Her eyes come to me in question.
I need to see her. “I’m changing my destination. I’m going to New York.”
26
Eliza
I hit apply, and I smile with a sense of accomplishment.
I’m going home, back to San Francisco, and back to my old life.
Sans Nathan, of course, but I’m not staying in New York and hiding from heartache like a coward anymore.
I’m okay, and I’m strong enough to be in the same city as him now.
I’ve rented an apartment in my old neighborhood, and I’m looking forward to catching up with my old friends. I’m going back to my beloved hospital, and I’m starting again.
I can’t believe I let a relationship rule me for so long. Even in grief, it controlled my thought patterns.
I mean, I know why I left.
But, I had to clear the last ten years from my hard drive and it was successful. It has finally been erased. Took its time.
There’s no denying that the six weeks in Nathan’s arms were beautiful and soul changing. In the end, though, it was tragic.
But it was just six weeks, and for every week we were together, I spent a month grieving it’s loss. Six weeks in love. Six months to recover.
I go to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I reapply my lipstick and fluff up my hair.
Henry Morgan is in town, and tonight, we are going on a date.
I’m not nervous. I’m excited.
For the first time in a long time, I’m thinking about me and my needs. I’m wearing a fitted black dress that has a low neckline and long sleeves. The skirt is tight, and it falls to just below my knee. My sky-high, strappy stilettos seal the deal.
I smile as I turn and look at myself in the full-length mirror. I rearrange my boobs in my bra and push them up.
I look good. I look like myself. Who I really am, before all this victim of heartbreak crap. I grab my purse and my keys, and I head out.
I’m meeting Henry at the bar of his hotel.
I smile to myself as I ride down to the ground floor in the elevator. Here I go.
Bring it.
Nathan
I get into the cab. “Where to?” the driver asks.
“The Four Seasons, downtown, please.”
