My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 179 Go Away

Evelyn

The party felt nothing like a party. At least, not to me.

I used to love parties, always in the thick of it, laughing and dancing-but tonight, I was just a shadow. A fucking sad shadow. Sitting in a corner, scrolling through my phone, pretending to be present. Pretending to listen to conversations when my mind was elsewhere. And it was no secret where it had wandered.

Forget about me. I was stressed, sad, emotionally wrecked-so many things I couldn't even find the right word for it. Everyone around me could sense it, too. Not a single person was unaware. Even Cameron, on his own birthday, didn't seem to be having much fun. Sure, he was laughing, dancing, making jokes like he always did, but something about him seemed off. Distant. Uncharacteristic.

He'd asked me a few times before the party if something was wrong, and I shrugged it off. But then he spoke to Mason for a second, and I had a hunch. That piece of garbage must have spilled the beans-told him about Jacob leaving tonight. Told him that 'Jacob's departure' was the reason for my mood. Maybe that explained Cameron's shift.

I felt like such a bitch, ruining his day like this. I wanted to act normal, to put on a smile, but I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't even manage that. Every chuckle at Cameron's jokes felt forced, hollow.

But what could I fucking do? My heart wasn't here. It was with Jacob, and he was taking it with him.

It was just one flight, but it felt like everything would change if I let him get on that plane. Yet, I was the one who pushed him away, wasn't I? Built walls so thick I could barely breathe behind them.

Wasn't I killing myself in this process?

had been growing since the party started, thickening with every passing second. And deep down, I knew the reason was me. As guilty as I felt, as much as I wanted to stop Jacob from leaving, there

hurting Cameron? How could I live with myself knowing I'd caused him pain?

fuck was I supposed

what felt like five minutes. Maybe I was wrong. I hadn't been counting. My

fake, I almost winced. "I know you're thinking that because Mason told you something stupid, which-yeah-is true. But it doesn't actually

even though I was distracted, I noticed. It

didn't want to admit it, I knew

to say it aloud. I couldn't admit it, not to him, and

of friends on the dance floor, it felt like we

My throat tightened, and I suddenly felt the need to choose my words carefully. Why was I so nervous? Maybe because I

from Jacob," he leaned in, his eyes locked on mine. "Louder this time.

Ket

should stop." reached for his half-finished glass of whiskey, but before I could take it, his band wrapped around my

dropping lower. "Just...say it." There was something raw in his tone. It wasn't just a demand; it was

opened my mouth, but the words wouldn't come. I couldn't say it.

no problem saying it," he pressed, his voice firmer now. "So

silence between us stretched on, heavy and suffocating. I

on my hand and stood up, pulling me with him. "Come with me," he said, dragging me out of