Page 197 of My Ruthless Neighbor

Nodding, I take a step back. Then another before grabbing my backpack and running to the door.

Throwing it open, I leave.

I hit the call button for the elevator. A bark makes me halt. I turn and find Goldie sprinting toward me. He leaps in the air and I open my arms, catching him. Hugging him to my chest, I step inside the elevator. I notice that Archer never came out to stop me.

When I exit the building, I stare up at the sky. “Mom,” My chin trembles. I hoist Goldie up, my legs shaking. “It seems my love story will never a happy ending.”

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I miss swimming. I miss the peace and quiet I used to feel when I was in the water. When I could just float and be this different individual. When my thoughts weren’t blaring at me.

My current profession doesn’t allow me to do mermaid gigs anymore. I can’t see the smiles of the children that used to bring me happiness. I need it so badly right now.

I didn’t go to the mall like I used to whenever sorrow took over because Goldie is with me. So I wander the streets of my neighborhood for an hour or so.

People passing by gave me weird looks because I was crying the entire time.

When Goldie was tired and refused to walk any further, I carried him for a while. Then got a cab and came to the park I go to running often.

We spent the entire afternoon doing absolutely nothing. My phone is switched off because I don’t want anyone to reach me.

I wonder if Archer called. His name brings fresh tears to my eyes. I use the long sleeve of my t-shirt to wipe my nose.

Enough. No more crying, Summer. You were a mistake in his life. Remember that if you ever feel like going back to him, I tell myself.

I shouldn’t think about him because he would never call me after today. It’s a gut feeling. And even if he did, would I answer his call? Would I be able to talk after what he’s done?

He hurt me so much I don’t know if I can forgive him.

For the first time in life, I followed my heart and inflicted more pain on my soul than I already had.

But regardless of his actions, I can’t unlove him. My heart clenches anew with a myriad of emotions. Tears swim in my eyes once more.

“Stop crying.” I rasp out to myself, coughing.

I fish the water bottle I bought on the way here out of my backpack and unscrew the lid.

I lift it, about to take a sip when I find Goldie staring at me. “You thirsty, bud?”

He barks and I hold out my hand, pour the water on my curled palm for him to drink. The water is finished and I swallow the dryness of my throat.

I only had a pack of biscuit which I fed to Goldie a couple hours ago. I feel dehydrated and close to fainting since I haven’t eaten all day.

“Sorry for not feeding you a proper meal.” I stare at him tiredly. “Why did you follow me, hmm?” I nuzzle his fur.

“Archer wouldn’t have kicked you out, you know. He’s not that heartless.” He whines and squirm out of my hold. I look up at him, the corner of my mouth curling in a sad smile. “You mad at him because of me?”

He barks and I crack another smile, sniffling. “You are a loyal son.” Then, “It’s getting dark. We should go.”

I push to my feet but stagger back down. Goldie yelps then pushes his nose at my side, then neck, probably asking if I am okay. “I should eat something before I pass out.”

I lick my dry lips before trying to move again. This time, I don’t stumble but my legs feel wobbly.

“Will you walk, baby boy? I don’t think I can carry you.” I sway a little.

He jumps down from the bench and picks up his leash in his mouth and begins walking himself. He stops a few steps ahead and barks. “Coming.” I heave out and follow my boy.

After dragging myself out of the park, I hail a taxi and give the driver directions of a dog friendly restaurant.

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