Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I would regret it – regret my fearlessly forward–rushing youth.

Realizing this, I decided to fulfill some unfinished dreams before falling off the cliff.

From bedroom to kitchen to living room, I traced our familiar paths, slowly erasing traces of our

existence.

But this rental apartment held too many memories and too much love.

The evening sun slanting into the bedroom, the warm light swaying, his endless strength devoted entirely to loving me.

Running home laughing through snowy nights, urgently pushing open the door, then kissing against it

until breathless.

Splitting a watermelon in two but fighting with spoons over one half, getting tipsy on $12 cocktails, me cupping his face with tiny kisses until I nestled into his arms as we fell onto the sofa, feeling his chest vibrate with laughter.

In this moment, I decided to let memories stay memories.

The lock turned. I looked back to see a stranger named Alex in the doorway.

Though he looked at me as he had thousands of times before, I knew–this wasn’t him.

crouched beside me, looking at my suitcase:

my head: “Just clearing out some

pants, only his underwear was pricier since I insisted

his greatest hardship was playing

when bored.

only lowering his living standards but

I hadn’t lost

liar, my boyfriend was handsome, well–built,

try on

Tears oflox

Chapter 8

eyes in the lamplight seemed frosted with silver,

marriage, I’m still… isn’t it too early for

on, doesn’t mean we have

it was the first time I’d mentioned not

indifferent.

momentarily, pulling me into his arms teasingly: “Are you mad

path isn’t finished yet. No one knows how it

for each other. Maybe my future

laughing in anger: “Shut up.

into his arms ecstatically like before,

messaged asking why I

least pick someone in your league. Why keep asking about him? He was in Milan picking wedding dresses with his fiancée recently. Don’t

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255