Page 50 of Mine Forever
What the hell have we done?
In the light of day, shame and guilt are the only things I feel.
As quietly and quickly as I can, I move out from under Chase and get dressed.
I scribble a quick note about how nice it was to see him and head out.
Thankfully, downstairs is empty, and no one is privy to my walk of shame.
Well, not until I finally slide into the back seat of a taxi and head home.
I manage to keep it together for the short ride downtown to my apartment.
I manage to keep it together as I take a quick shower, get to my office, and work through a crazy busy day, while actively ignoring my phone.
But that doesn’t keep the messages from coming in.
Hey Sunshine. I missed you leaving this morning. Last night meant a lot to me.
A couple of days later:
Hey Eden. I hope this is the right number. It’s Chase.
A few days after that:
I know it’s the right number now that I’ve left a voicemail for you and heard your voice.
And his last one:
If you were trying to get even with me for leaving you, consider us even. Have a nice life, Eden.
As much as I wanted to, I don’t return his calls or his text messages.
I don’t know if that’s the right thing to do or not.
The only thing I know is that after the night I spent with Chase, I’m still in love with him and now my heart is broken all over again.
And that’s why I can’t contact him again.
It isn’t until a couple of months later when I turn on the news and his face pops up on the screen when the sports segment starts.
The dam breaks and my tears fall.
And once they start, they don’t stop for a week.
THIRTEEN
eden
PRESENT DAY
What Chase doesn’t needto know is what I really mean is that I’ll lose everything I’ve worked so hard to build trying to forget him.
His brows draw down. “What do you mean you’ll lose everything?”
I face him and lean against the counter, twisting a dish towel in my hands.
“If I lose this event, my business will go under.”
