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I feel so terribly lonely without him that all I can do is crash back into bed. Pulling the duvet over my head as I curl myself around my pillow in the middle of a sunny Saturday afternoon and ponder what he’s doing. Normally, we’d be going to lunch or running errands. Is he missing our weekend routine? Is he even a little torn up over our argument like I am?
It’s award day and it was meant to be our first public event together. Instead, I’m lying in my bed trying to force myself to sleep so that I can escape this awful feeling in my chest, my bones, and my stomach.
I flit through my phone, staring at his number, willing him to call me because it feels like an entire part of me is missing. The happy part that believes in silver linings.
Damon doesn’t call, and with the slew of my lonely tears, I drift off. It’s all black like endless night until warmth envelops me and there’s a crackle of light. And my dreams are haunted by his scent and his strength. They’re an inescapable reminder of everything I’m missing.
“Ava.”
I whine at my bleary consciousness. Wishing it away.
“Baby.”
No. Go away.
“Ava!”
My eyes flutter open to my bright sunshine-filled bedroom and the pounding at my door that may as well be in my skull.
Pound, pound, pound!
“Ava, open the damn door. I know you’re in there.”
Bang, bang, bang!
“You have three seconds to open up before I break this door down!”
Fuck.
“One.”
My body is achy as I trudge through my apartment.
“Two.”
God, this is not what I had in mind when I willed him back to me. Why does he have to be a bull in a china shop with everything?
I take a deep breath before I open my door. I don’t have it in me to argue if that’s what he came here for.
I hope it isn’t.
“Three.”
Damon stands there looking at me, his wallet between his teeth as he holds his bank card aloft like he was about to break in.
Fucking maniac.
“You realize you can’t break in with that, right?” I point to the metal guard that overlaps the seam of the lock.
Shrugging, he puts his card and wallet away. It’s only then I notice he’s all dressed up in his tux. He looks so good that it takes everything in me not to throw myself at him.
“What are you doing here?” I block him when he tries to walk into my space, and he sighs a long, drawn-out, and tired breath.
“You didn’t tell me what the doctor said. And I’ve given you space, but it’s enough now.” He unhooks a dress bag from the picture rail outside my door and drapes it over the small chair by the sideboard in my hall.
Taking my hand, he guides me to my couch, sitting me down before he perches on my coffee table. The thing is a rickety antique that could collapse at any moment, but he leans over his knees, looking at me like everything else can just fucking disappear.
“I was a jerk.”
