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"You’re right. You are an idiot."
He laughed. "I know." He was silent for a long time. "I made a mistake. I'm so, so sorry."
That's what I had wanted to hear. But for some reason it wasn't enough. "We both know it wasn't just one mistake, Aiden. You don’t have any reason to lie to me now. How long did it go on?” I didn’t need to know the answer. I shouldn’t have even asked the question. Nothing he said could fix the hurt.
"I know. I know. Fuck, Mila. I don't know what's wrong with me." He sighed. "I'm sorry."
He didn’t answer the question. I should have ignored it and ended the call. Instead, I heard myself asking it again.For the love of God, why am I torturing myself?
“I don’t know. Six months maybe. But I’m sorry. I screwed up and I’m really fucking sorry.”
"Okay." Nothing he just said was okay, so I wasn’t sure why that was my response. Six months? Was he serious?
“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I know I’m an asshole.”
I wasn't sure if he was looking for me to say I forgave him. But I didn't. My heart wasn't big enough to forgive and forget. I hated him. I hated the way he had made me feel. And I felt that wayagain right now. I put my face in my hand. Six months. He’d slept around behind my back for six months.
"I miss you."
I didn't say anything. Did I miss him? I felt angry and sad. But I wasn't sure I missed him anymore. I closed my eyes. No, I didn’t miss him. I hadn’t missed him for a while now. Ever since I met J.J.
"When are you coming back?” he asked. “I need to see you."
"At the end of summer.”Maybe. Hopefully not.“Aiden, why didn't you ever call me back? I needed you."Shit.I could feel my tears welling in my eyes. "I needed you last semester. I needed to know why."
"I'm sorry."
His sorry felt empty. It didn't mean anything to me now. "Why did you do it?"
"I don't know. But I can't stop thinking about you. I miss you so much."
"Was it something I did?" That's what had bothered me the most. It felt like it was my fault somehow. Tears started running down my cheeks.
"No. No. I just made a mistake."
Why did he keep saying that? He had made the same mistake over and over and over again. I had walked in on him making one of the hundreds of mistakes. "I'm going to go."
"Mila. Please, you have..."
"I don't want you to call me again."
"I want you back." His words hung there.
He wanted me back? After cheating on me? Humiliating me? Abandoning me?Fuck him."It's too late." I hung up the phone.
Those Summer Nights - Chapter 17
Monday
“You’re getting really good at this,” Kristen said from beside me.
“Thanks.” I picked up my pace even more. I’d decided that a broken heart could go one of two ways. You could eat your feelings and get a permanent food baby. Or you could get buns of steel by working out non-stop with the queen of fitness herself. This time I was going with the latter and I truly felt amazing. Physically at least. Mentally, I was a freaking mess.
But I actually liked running, which was the strangest combination of words ever. Ever since the game of touch football, I’d been running with Kristen every morning bright and early. I was like a machine.
“So…have you talked to J.J. yet?”
That was the only bad thing about running with Kristen. She loved talking the whole time. I don’t know how she managed breathing through the workout and speaking at the same time. Maybe she was a genie. “No, not really. He stopped by the shop a few days ago but I was busy.”
