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Did something happen last night, and that’s why he thinks I broke up with him?
Damien’s voice gets quieter. “Please, Shae, just talk to me. She’s just a friend. She always has been.”
Now, I’m almost completely sure that something happened between him and the other professor, and not just what Jake showed me this morning.
But what could have happened in the short amount of time after I left him before he drove home?
A sharp pang of pain radiates through my heart.
Based on how quick our activity was in his car, my mind spirals as I imagine him with Miss Perfect.
My stomach tightens and I have to clamp my lips shut to keep from throwing up at that thought.
Would Damien cheat on me? Would he do it immediately after he was with me?
Damien’s footsteps move away from the door and I let out a shaky breath.
Jake walks over to the living room and peeks through the blind to make sure Damien really left before turning around to face me.
“It’s clear that he’s just trying to cover his ass since I saw him this morning all over his rebound, but even I couldn’t predict that he would cheat immediately after he was with you.”
I might have seen the pictures that Jake took this morning, but hearing how Damien was all over her puts things in perspective. Not to mention his apology for doing whatever he did with her last night.
This seems to be the way our relationship goes. Poor communication leads to assumptions, which then leads to heartbreak.
Although, it’s not an assumption when he has to apologize for something he did.
Damien did something with a woman, felt guilty about it, and came to apologize this morning.
Jake finishes making his bowl of cereal and plops down on the couch. With a mouth full of cereal, he says, “You’re better off without him. I mean that in the friendliest way possible.”
Friend?
He’s not my friend anymore and last night proved that.
Friends don’t blackmail one another.
I reply nonchalantly, not wanting to voice my opinions. “Yeah.”
Maybe I am better off without my roller coaster of a relationship, but my heart refuses to believe that. I am deeply in love with him and my heart wants what it wants.
I grab a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator before turning around and heading back to my room to nurse my broken heart.
It doesn’t matter how much it hurts right now; I know it will be alright in the future.
Like my mom always said, “Time will heal a broken heart.”
I lock my bedroom door and sit on the edge of my bed and wait for Jake to leave for his class.
I need a shower, and I need food, but I refuse to spend any extra time near Jake than what is absolutely necessary.
After a few minutes of laying on my bed, I hear the faucet in the kitchen turn on as Jake washes his dishes.
A few minutes later, the front door squeaks open and slams closed.
Does everyone need to slam the door closed?
I take a deep breath before gathering up my clothes so I can take a shower.
