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I turn on my heel to head to my room.
“Answer me!” His voice sounds like he’s broken beyond repair.
“It’s too late.” I face him again. “Harvey, it’stoolate.”
I spend hours staring at the wall as I sit at the foot of my bed after my shower. It’s my last night here, and we’re leaving each other like this. It’s not like I expected a smooth breakup. After last night, I just thought we were on the same track to remain friendly.
Damon’s name appears on my phone, and if my heart could smile, it would. I check the time—it’s almost midnight, and I haven’t eaten yet.
“Gemma.”
I clear my throat, unable to speak. My mind, my body, my heart, they’re all so drained. Even talking seems like a chore. I’ve worked hard on my confidence lately, and in a matter of a week, Harvey has managed to stomp all over it like a madman.
“What’s wrong?”
I try to snap out of my mood. “Nothing.”
“Take the next few days off, you’ll need it.”
“What about the report?” With my move tomorrow, I completely forgot about it.
“Do you think you can finish it on Wednesday?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“Then take tomorrow off, come in Wednesday, and take off Thursday and Friday.”
“Marie will cover for me?”
“Yes.” His voice is so appeasing. I already feel my depressive state of mind vanishing like fog on a gloomy morning.
I tell him to hold on and lock my bedroom door before tucking myself beneath the covers. Then I grab my phone, and a comfortable silence reigns between us.
“I can’t wait for you to be away from him,” he says.
His honesty surprises me at times.
“Damon.” I exhale deeply, placing the side of my head over my arm.
“He sucks the light out of you.”
“There wasn’t much light there in the first place, you know.” I believe myself when I say it. That’s why he fell for Claire before I even fell for Damon. She’s sweet and positive and sparkly.
I’m all rain, quiet, and reckless highs.
We couldn’t be more different.
“You’re wrong.” His voice whispers in my ear through the phone.
“I’m so happy I met you. I love who I’ve become since meeting you. Even when you anger me, I like becoming that strong woman who’s able to say what she wants.”
“Then, Gemma, baby, keep being that woman.”
It’s moving day—and a typical rainy day in March. I try to find the silver lining in that. I dress in yoga pants and a black T-shirt. Then I stare outside my window for the last glimpse of the backyard I’ll ever get.
I start to toast a bagel before opening the door for Gia. She hugs me tightly, a bright smile on her face.
“Where are the hot movers at?”
