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I pushed them out of the way, scrambling through the bottle of lube and … the bracelet that he had given me two years ago. I stopped and picked it up, letting it tremble in my hands. He still has it? He hasn’t given it to Nicole or Jenny or any of his other sluts?
My chest tightened. He’s really kept it all these years?
No. He’d kept it because it was expensive. That was it. He hadn’t kept it for me. He couldn’t have. I was just making up all these fake scenarios again, hoping that we could be something that we would never be—together again. Jamal had gotten into my head.
Once I threw it back into the drawer, I continued my search. In the back of the drawer, something white caught my eye. I sighed through my nose, so thankful that I had finally found Jamal’s license so I could get out of here. I picked it up and turned it over, frowning when I realized it wasn’t a license, but something folded up.
For moments, I contemplated if I wanted to unfold it. It would make me hurt even worse if it was a picture of him and Nicole or even him and Jenny. I didn’t want to hurt anymore. So, I sat on his bed and let my fingers trail against its edges. I couldn’t open it.
I thrust the picture back into the drawer and snapped it shut.
Walk out of the room, Allie. Walk out and don’t look back.
After hurrying to the door, I slammed it behind me and pressed my back to it. I didn’t care if he had pictures of Nicole. There was nothing between us anymore. If he wanted to date the annoying bitch, then I would let him.
When I thought I had enough self-control, I stepped away from the door, but then I found myself tugging it open again and yanking the drawer open. I pulled out the picture and unfolded it, my chest tight.
It wasn’t of him and Nicole.
It was of us.
