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Okay, clearly I just miss everything about Hayden fucking Harrington.
He’s part of my life now.
Or he was.
But mad or not, my heart still wants him.
Ugh, I hate love.
Why must it be so hard?
Sighing, I check the time and see it’s almost five o’clock. I’ll be leaving the office soon.
There’s nothing else that really needs to be done, so I sit at my desk a while longer, just thinking about Hayden some more.
At one point, Ms. Garcia pops her head in and tells me, “Have a good weekend, Addison. See you on Monday.”
“Thanks. You have a good one too.” I give her a sad little wave. “Bye.”
I don’t know why I’m stalling on leaving. I guess it’s because I’m not looking forward to a long, lonely weekend.
I wonder what Hayden is doing.
He had a home game last night, which the team lost. That sucks, but you can’t win them all. The next matchup is also a home game, on Monday evening.
Hayden will probably be hanging around his house all weekend, much like I’ll be doing next door.
Too bad we’re over and done. We could have had a great time together.
This is all so silly, that traitorous voice in my head snips with a huff.You still could have a great time. Fix this!
I almost cave.
Picking up my phone, I stare at the screen.
What to do, what to do?
A part of me wants to send Hayden a text. Doing so has been such a part of my daily routine for months. All week it’s felt weird not communicating with him in some way.
Today, though, has been particularly hard.
I don’t know why.
Just text him, the voice in my head says.
But what would I even say?
Tell him you forgive him. You know his account of that night is the truth, not Kristi’s.
Do I, though?
I think if he had told me he loved me at some point—that is, if he even does—I’d feel more secure.
Hey, you never said it either.
No, no, I didn’t.
And now it feels like it’s too late.
