Page 109 of Give Me Perfect Love

You can do this.

Get your shit together.

I’m ready to get this over with.

“See you in a few.” He hangs up, and I take a deep breath.

“Let’s do this.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Kathrine

Walking into the apartment I share with Claire,I lean back against the door and run my eyes over the place, feeling nostalgic and a whole bunch of other emotions I can’t pinpoint. How far we have come, she and I. I’ve moved out once before, but this time is different.

While I was with Mark, I still felt like the apartment Claire and I shared before this one was still my home. It was like I was just constantly having a sleepover at his place. It never felt permanent.

But this feels like I’m leaving one home, a place that I’ve grown to love because it was ours, to a place that will be my forever.

This feels final.

And I can’t help the tear that rolls down my cheek. I wasn’t sad when I moved out of my childhood home. I was anxious and flew out the door running with hardly a thing to my name.

I wasn’t sad when I moved in with Mark. It felt right at the time, and like I mentioned already, I never felt like I left completely.

I’m sad now.

I know what I want with my life.

I know who I want.

Bryce is everything I could ever need, and as long as we have each other, life will be okay.

I know it.

My eyes move to the stairs when Claire walks down.

“Hey, creeper,” she says with a smile.

I choke on a laugh as tears still flow.

“What’s wrong?” She walks down faster.

I shake my head but start to cry more. My hands go to my face, and I sob uncontrollably.

Jesus Christ, am I a kid?

What the hell is wrong with me?

No one has died, Kat. Chill, man.

“Kat, talk to me. Why are you crying like this?”

I take in a deep breath and uncover my face. Claire starts to cry, too, and she has no idea why I’m crying.

I laugh because this is ridiculous. My chest heaves, and I wipe my face as I laugh harder.

“Kat, if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on…” She sniffs, and I look down at her perfect round belly. She scoffs, but like I’m contagious, she starts to snicker, too, making her belly bounce and making me laugh uncontrollably. I toss my head back and burst into a fit.

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