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I continue to lie there, for I don’t know how long, and wonder what Marissa is doing.
I hope she’s not crying anymore.
* * *
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
When I wake up, the weirdest thing is happening.
Someone is taking off my shoes.
I open my eyes and am relieved to see it’s Brian.
“How did you get in?” I ask.
“Uh, you left the door unlocked?”
“Why are you here?”
“Holden texted me, worried when you said you weren’t up for seeing him this weekend.”
“And why are you taking off my shoes?” I ask as he sets the second one on the floor.
“Because it offends me, as an Asian and a Canadian, to see you wearing shoes indoors. When you’re sleeping on your couch, no less.” He shudders.
“Fair point.”
“What happened?”
“I asked her to marry me, she said no.”
It’s completely unfair for him to have to remove my shoes and listen to me moan about my heartbreak.
Somebody loves me, but it’s not the person I want.
“You don’t need to be here,” I say. “I’m perfectly fine. Haven’t even drunk any alcohol.”
“You shouldn’t be alone right now.”
“Touching, but... You know I’m not going to change my mind about you.”
“I know,” Brian says, slightly annoyed, “but as your friend, I don’t think you should be alone. You look like shit.”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“Cut the sarcasm and tell me who to call for you.”
“My grandmother.”
“Very funny,” he says. “I know that’s the last thing you want.”
“My brothers.”
“Alright. I can do that.”
“Thank you,” I mumble before drifting back to sleep.
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