#Chapter69
When did this happen? When did my feelings spill beyond friendship this badly?
I’ve seen him with other women …
He’s always been this way, when did I start reacting like this? Breaking my heart over him being his Casanova self.
/"Tell the others, after I’m gone, I had to go away for a couple of days./" He’s picking up his suitcase, his body stiff with tension and the hatred oozing between us is unbearable.
/"What reason shall I give?/" I sound alien. This fake politeness between us, thick in the stifling air. We’re both exceptionally good at cold and polite.
/"I don’t give a shit, Emma … The truth for all I care./" He flexes his eyebrows sardonically.
That was a blow … it hurt; it knocked the wind out of my sails. I move back as he stalks out with suitcase in hand, he slides his shades on, despite it being duller in here and he doesn’t even look at me; he seems beyond pissed.
Should I follow him? Should I stay here?
