Page 7 of A Gift of Time
It wasn’t like Caden wanted it anyway.
At the thought of him, I snarled.
How had we become this? We used to be so happy. I wondered what my life would’ve been like had I not met him.
Probably better, to be honest. He held me back from so much.
If it weren’t for him, I would’ve had my promotion already and been raking in the cash, living a nice, luxurious life, instead of living in that small two bedroom house with him and driving a basic car.
Most of the other guys in the office drove sports cars and ones that cost more than my shitty house. It was embarrassing pulling into work every day with my piece of shit clunker.
Caden was happy being stuck in that simple life, but I wanted more. So much more than what he could offer.
“I wish I’d never met him,” I whispered as my gaze moved from the clock to the fire.
And sometime later, I fell asleep, already dreading the next morning.
With the voicing of the wish, the clock stopped ticking, its hands freezing on five ‘til midnight.
