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Gulping, I know the feeling.
I miss him beyond anything I’ve ever felt. When we broke up before, it was horrible. But this feels absolute and a thousand times worse because I know in my heart that we’re done.
I read through the texts one after the other.
Your Muse:Please talk to me.
Your Muse:I need you, I love you, we can sort this out.
Your Muse:I hope you’re okay because if you’re feeling this pain, you must be a complete mess. I’m lost without you, little dove.
Your Muse:Fuck! Will you say something?
My chest tightens as I scroll through the endless texts from him. I look at the times—they come in about every half an hour. I go to keep scrolling when my cell beeps, telling me there’s a new message.
Sighing, I scroll to the bottom to open it.
Your Muse:That’s it! I’m coming down to see you!
My stomach flips at the text message, and I sit bolt upright in bed.
He’s coming here?
I quickly throw the covers off me and run into the living room with my cell.
Joey looks up, wincing when she notices me. “You’re up!” she chimes as I make a beeline toward her.
“Is the door locked?” I quickly ask, feeling slightly dizzy from lack of food, sleep, or both.
She furrows her brows. “Yeah, why?”
Loud banging against our door echoes through the apartment, and both our eyes shoot toward it as my heart leaps into my throat.
“Makaylie, open up!”
Bang. Bang. Bang.
I jump, and my eyes instantly well up at the sound of his voice.
“Makaylie, I know you’re in there.”
Joey looks at me and moves toward the door. “Joey, no,” I whisper as she halts her steps, and I rush over to the door, checking the peephole to see Cain. He appears tired.The bags under his eyes are dark as he bangs hard on the door again. It vibrates with the intensity of his harsh thuds as I rest my forehead on the door, closing my eyes.
“Go away,” I say louder than intended.
“Makaylie, is that you? Are you there?”
“No,” I reply, and I hear him chuckle.
“Little dove, can you open the door?”
I shake my head and turn, resting my back against it. “No.”
His exaggerated sigh is loud as he pauses, then continues, “Okay, well, can you talk to me at least?”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Cain.”
“You left me, Makaylie. There’s plenty to talk about.” His voice raises a little.
