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When I finally do, I go to the couch and sit.
I just sit.
My naked self sits.
And I stare at the wall, wishing that I was staring at her.
Life is so extremely strange, but for the first time in a long time, I feel light, I feel like maybe this is it for me. That she’s it for me, that I can be happy. I quickly change into a pair of sweats, grab her some water and set it on the nightstand for her, she’s already sleeping, then go turn on the tv and stare some more.
You’d think I’d be into the show.
Instead, it’s just pictures, movements, nothingness, all I see, even while watching TV—is her.
Chapter Twenty
Chloe
I wake up in a weird bed, then remember why it feels weird. My phone is plugged in next to me and I have about a billion missed texts from Sophie, what? Now she’s concerned?
I’m super confused when I see what they say.
Sophie
I’m sorry. Is Quinn taking care of you the way good boyfriends do? Mom and Dad are MIA again.
Sophie
I miss you, can I come over and visit?
Sophie
I’m lonely.
Sophie
Please? I promise I won’t do anything, I just hate being alone.
My heart sinks. I know exactly what it’s like to be alone, but at the same time, I know her point of view, of having to take care of me, deal with me, so I quickly text back.
Me
Sure. But only for a little bit, since I need rest.
Why does it feel like this is the worst answer I could possibly give her? I ignore the feeling in my gut, just like I ignore the fact that I’m lying to Quinn and get ready for the day.
By the time she stops by, I’ve eaten some fruit for breakfast and Quinn decided to go get groceries, domesticated that one, he refused to let me come which is probably for the best since Sophie’s on her way.
I jump when a knock sounds at the door.
“It’s open!” I call.
Sophie rolls right on in with her designer black Celine glasses, a pair of short jean shorts, a black sweater that hangs off her shoulder, and enough makeup to kill a person on her face.
What’s her angle?
I look down.
I’m in a pair of matching red Nike sweats and barefoot, my hair’s pulled back, I have zero makeup on and I know I look as sick as I feel.
