Page 124 of When Fate Breaks
“I already have,” he whispers, pulling my hands from his face and taking a step back.
It takes everything in me not to slump against the door right there. “But…”
“I’m done, Evangeline. I have to be.”
“But…what about–” my voice is barely audible.
“Please just go,” Blake says with finality, resting both his hands on top of his head and turning away from me.
“Blake.”
Blake drops his hands, spinning back to me.
“What, Evangeline?”
I swallow my tears, taking a step toward him. I intend to come across as strong, but I can feel my voice cracking before I even have the words out. “What about fate?”
Blake steels himself. “What?”
“Fate. The thing you believe in more than anything.”
Realization hits Blake, his jaw ticking. “Yeah, well, I believed in a lot of things.”
“What are you saying?” I shake my head. “That you don’t believe in fate anymore?”
“I’m saying…” Blake's watery eyes dart back and forth between mine, his lips rolling into his mouth, “that sometimes fate breaks.”
My lips part, my eyes falling to the floor. I don’t realize I’m backing up until my hand hits the cold metal of the door handle. I grab on to it, looking back at Blake, his eyes pained but expression and posture unwavering.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “It sure does.” I turn the handle and walk out of the room, not allowing myself to look back.
* * *
I am completelyand utterly numb until the moment I stumble back into my own hotel room. The door clicking closed acts as a trigger, my body instantly racking with sobs as I slide to the ground, my face in my hands.
The TV that I never turned off from the evening before humming in the background is the only thing convincing me that I’m not in a nightmare.
Give me one ounce of hope that you might feel afractionfor me of what I feel for you.
It’s too damn painful.
I can’t sit here waiting for you while you put every single other thing in your life before me.
I’m crying over losing you.
Sometimes fate breaks.
I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I feel like I’m going to be sick. The entire world feels like it’s collapsed out from under me.
No, screw that.
Myentire worldhascollapsed out from under me. Officially. Everything I thought I had and would have.Gone.
In just one month.
My sadness quickly dissolves into anger, my tears streaming hot down my face. Anger at myself for ruining everything and letting Blake down. Anger at Blake for not letting me explain. Anger at life and the world and the selfish, sadistic people that inhabit it.
I rub hard at my temples, forcing myself off the ground and moving to my nightstand to plug my phone in. I should call Blake. Or at least text him.But would he want that?DoIwant that right now? He said he was done with me. Done withus.
