“I'm so confused. Why were you even talking about me?”
He took a breath, holding it for a second before exhaling audibly. I studied his profile, noticing the way the lines on his forehead deepened as he recalled the previous night. He looked worried, maybe even terrified about what he was about to tell me.
I held my breath.
“I was just going through some of our pictures,” he recounted. “The ones we took on one of our dates. I guess I was just missing you, you know? I realized we had so many great memories together and I still want things to work out between us.”
“I told you to delete those pictures.”
“That's hard to do, Clara.”
I turned away from him, hiding the tears welling in my eyes. “Well, it wasn't hard for me.”
“Not everyone can just turn off their emotions at will. I can't do that.”
“It's not that hard, Gabe. We broke up. That means delete everything.”
He sighed. “I just don't see it that way. I like our memories. I like thinking about them.”
I shrugged away his comment. It was too much for me.
I just want to catch up, I thought grimly.And he wants to talk about us. I mean, I guess we need to talk about what happened. I just don't think I can handle it right now.
I uncrossed my arms, adjusted my purse, and then crossed my arms again. I still felt exposed. I still felt cold.
“I guess that's fair,” I whispered. “I've been focusing on moving on.”
“You're really good at that, Clara. I saw how you did that after Levon.”
“Well, he made it pretty easy.”
He nodded. “I'm sure it still hurt.”
“You should know.”
“I do know. And that's why I've been thinking about you—aboutus. We made so much together. We created an entire universe. I thought we could keep creating in New York.”
“Yeah, well, you know how I feel about moving.”
“I do.”
I huffed. “So, that wouldn't have worked out.”
“You never know. Things could have changed.”
“Not me.”
He laughed. “Because you're as stubborn as a mule, Clara.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, well, that's me.”
“I got so angry last night. I told Levon that it seems like he's trying to ruin my chances at reconciling things with you. I almost punched him.”
“Gabe!”
He tried to laugh it off but he ended up coughing instead. He shrugged. “I got mad.”
“You really want to get back together, huh?”