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But my mind is made up. Life is too short, and I don’t want to drag her down with me as I spiral into nothing.
TWENTY-SIX
Elizabeth
"I'm sohappy that you’re here," Mona squeals with excitement. "It is very unfortunate that it is under these circumstances, but I’ll take what I can get."
"I know, me, too."
The last few days have been hard. Sebastian being in this accident changed everything in my relationship with Logan. He suddenly doesn’t think he’s good enough for me, and says that life is too short for me to waste it on him.
I, on the other hand, see things differently. I think life is too short to waste it by not being with the people you love. And I love him with everything I am.
I tried talking to him about it, but I got nowhere. I can’t believe how stubborn he is when he puts his mind to it. I tried to remind him of all the things he did for me, and how he put so much effort into making me feel better when he thought I needed it. I did manage to get out of him that he does love me, but that was followed by him saying that would be the reasonwhy he has to let me go. It all made sense in his own head, I suppose. But it left me frustrated to no end.
In the end, I decided to come to New York with him. Seeing me with my bag at the airport seemed to calm him down a little bit. He did not notice that I never packed up my art supplies in his spare bedroom, or the rest of my clothes from his closet. In his mind, he thought that he was bringing me home to my father
After we landed, he insisted on getting me to my father‘s house. Unfortunately, for him, I could be just as stubborn. I told him that I had it handled, and that I did not need his help. The flash of annoyance in his eyes gave me hope that this would be a very short separation. I fought for our relationship from the beginning, and I wasn’t about to give up on it now.
I ordered myself an Uber while at the airport and had them take me to Mona‘s apartment. I had given her a heads up from the plane that I would be here. Her place is extremely small, a lot smaller than the one I had in Austin, but she was more than happy to let me crash here for a few days.
"What are you going to do now?" She watches me with worry in her eyes. "What if Logan is serious about breaking up with you?"
"I will have to cross that bridge when I get to it," I tell her. "But I understand that he’s going through a lot right now. I just wish he’d let me be there for him."
My eyes fill with tears at the thought of him having to walk into that hospital room and face the lifeless body of his friend. Right now, Sebastian is breathing only because of all the machines he is connected to. Last I heard, they were going to run some tests and see if he had any brain activity. Apparently, that would be the deciding factor on whether he should remain on life-support or not.
"Have you thought of calling Leyla?" Mona asks. "She seems to have all sorts of inside information, right?"
"Yes," I nodin agreement. "I left her a message while on my way here from the airport. I really hope she’ll call me back, and I hope that she won’t tell my father about it."
Mona looks at me with apprehension in her eyes. I can tell that she has different ideas than me on how I should approach things with my father.
"Have you thought of maybe just calling him?"
Having expected that question, I’m not surprised when she asks. And yes, I have thought about calling my father. I just don’t know what he could do for me. He’s been so against my relationship with Logan from the beginning, it’s not like now he would be willing to jump through hoops to get us back together.
"I did think about that,"I reply to my friend. "We’ll see how that goes."
I pick up my cell phone and stare at it, willing it to ring. But it’s not just any number that I wish for. I really want to see Logan‘s name on the screen.
"I hate love,"Mona says out of nowhere. She throws herself, very dramatically I might add, against the couch in her living room. "It never brings anything other than stress and pain."
I stare at her for a few seconds, and while my first instinct is to agree with her, I have to remind myself that the love Logan showed me was the kind that I want to have for the rest of my life.
"Love is not always bad, Mona," I tell her. "You just have to find the right person who will love you back as much as you love them."
Her eyebrows lift in a sarcastic move, and a small smirk forms in the corner of her mouth. "Well, how’s that working out for you?"
"It’s not working out for me very well at the moment," I admit. But I have faith that it will all work out. Logan is a good man, and I will help him through this," I say with determination.
Mona gives me a wistful look. "I really hope that it will work out for you. I hate seeing you sad like this."
I slap my hands against the cushion of her couch, determined to change the topic as I wouldn’t want her to feel that I don’t care about her life at all.
"Enough about me," I say. "You have to tell me about your dates. I know you said before that they were bad, but there’s got to be one person out there that's normal."
Mona just rolls her eyes at me but doesn’t say anything.
