But.
Did I want a life without Bourbon?
That was something I desperately needed to decide, before I gave him an answer.
I wasn’t going to use his help without coming to specific terms with him about what it was that I wanted.
"Okay," I nodded, finally speaking. "I'm going to need some time to think about this."
I didn't give him a timeline, because this truly was my own to decide.
"Kay." His voice was so raw, so vulnerable, I was amazed. "I'll text you my address if you need me.”
“Thank you, Bourbon."
“You're welcome, Rose."
We stayed like that for a moment, the silence stretching between us.
I took in a deep breath, taking charge. "I'll talk to you later."
"Okay."
“Bye, Bourbon."
"Bye."
I hated the ache and pain I could hear in his voice, but I hung up, determined to do things on my terms.