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After all, my move to Los Angeles was only temporary.
Nothing in life was certain except for the certainty of uncertainty.
Currently, the plan was to stay in LA temporarily until the court proceedings concluded.
I plan to go back once I am in a better state of mind and more receptive to enduring the reminders of my parents that encompassed our home and neighborhood in San Antonio.
Choosing to allow the thoughts of tomorrow to resolve themselves, I retire for the night with my hands intertwined with his, in my thoughts and my dreams.
The following day, my alarm blares sharply at precisely 5:00 am. I raced out of bed and set a target to be out of the house before 6:30 am.
I complete my morning routine of journaling and planning my day over a cup of coffee in the space of forty-five minutes.
After my shower, I prepare a bowl of cereal for breakfast with extra milk, just the way my mom used to make it for me when I was younger.
I prepare a selection of fruit to enjoy as a snack while working during the day. I pair my cream shirt, designed with floral petals, with a navy blue asymmetrical skirt with nude heels.I have my hair in a high bun today, and I accessorize it with pearl-covered hair pins and a hairband.
Right on time, at 6:15 am, I peep out of my door and notice that the only light turned on at Damien’s house is the one in his bedroom.
That means he was probably just waking up.
This was a good sign.
Instead of dwelling on the thoughts of what he was engaged in, I opened my car manually using the car key instead of the control button, which would have made a loud sound that would alert him.
I drive out gently as if my tires could tip-toe and be silent.
The office parking lot is almost devoid of cars safe for three vehicles I observed at the far end of the car park. One of which is the company truck used for supplies and other errands.
I head over to the sixth floor, where my office is located and the only evidence of human existence on that floor is the janitor.
This was a direct contrast to how busy this floor would be in a few minutes when people came in.
The events of yesterday replay in my head as I prepare documents for his use.
Today’s goal was minimal interaction with him, and I was determined to achieve it.
Why begin a journey now that the end thereof could be disastrous for both parties?
I do not think I can survive a breakup when it eventually happens.
Our friendship was more important than whatever our relationship could metamorphose into.
Spending my morning typing away on my desktop consumes most of my time. After responding and sending emails, I finally finished updating his schedule.
I can now attend to tasks that don’t require his involvement.
I see him walk into his office a few minutes before nine, but he doesn’t move without observing me intently.
I sense his stare, but I refuse to raise my head and acknowledge him.
I carry on with my day and recognize the sense of loneliness that comes from not conversing with Damien, and Samantha’s absence is deeply felt.
I still miss her, and my mind wonders how she’s fairing.
I picked up my phone to dial her number immediately and find out how she and her baby were doing.
“Lea! How are you doing?” Her voice sounds tiny yet firm.
