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“I live here now,” I reply, stopping her in her tracks.
“Of course you do,” she growls and walks off the elevator.
I step off the elevator. We both go right, and she glances over her shoulder. I don’t say anything. I just walked towards my apartment. We get to the end of the hallway. She stands in front of612,and I stand across the hallway in front of611.
“And… we are neighbors,” she complains.
There’s so much disgust in her voice. I miss the sweetness when she would talk to me. Now, she has nothing but bad feelings for me. And I can’t even blame her. I did this to her.
My back is to her, but I can hear her keys jingling. I want to throw my stuff down, pull her in my arms, and apologize for everything I ever did to hurt her. There’s so much I’m fucking sorry for.
I hear her unlock her door, followed by her opening it. I set my boxes down and face her. She’s already inside and about to close the door.
“I really am sorry for everything, Ashlynn.”
She pauses and without looking back at me, nods her head and closes the door.
“Son of a bitch,” I groan, staring at her door.
These next six months of living here are going to be hell. Pure hell. How am I supposed to survive knowing she’s only a few feet from me every day?
I kick at the air in frustration and then fish my keys from my pocket.
“My realtor is going to catch hell if I see them again,” I mutter before unlocking my door, grabbing my stuff, and disappearing inside my place to live life out in misery.
***
Two hours have gone by since I watched Ashlynn close the door behind her. The longest two hours of my life. She ran through my mind more than usual. It feels like she is haunting my thoughts, reminding me of what I lost.
“Ugh!” I yell into the couch pillow.
I can’t live like this. Knowing she is so close and I can’t even talk to her is torture. No man should have to go through this.
“This is bullshit,” I huff and grab my phone off the coffee table. I quickly call my realtor.
“Hi, Mr. DeLuca. How are you?” Max, my realtor, asks.
“Not good at all,” I groan.
“Ut oh. What’s up?”
“I need to move. Immediately.”
“Move?” he gasps. “No can do.”
His words light a fire in me. What the hell does he mean, no? His job is to find me a place, not tell me whether or not I can move.
“What? Why the hell not? Just find me something else, and I’ll break my lease.”
“I hear what you’re saying, but–”
“But what?” I snap at him.
“Mr. DeLuca, it is a bit more complic–” He stops his words abruptly and sighs heavily. “I need to make a phone call. I’ll call you back once I have the answer about you moving.”
“Who the hell do you need to call to ask permission formeto move?” I growl. I’m losing patience by the second. If he isn’t careful with his words, he’ll be losing a client.
“I… I… just need to call… someone.” There’s hesitation in his voice. He sounds scared shitless. If it’s someone scarier than me, then it can only be one person.
