“Nothing. I have to go.”
“Why?”
“Tai, I’m busy.”
“So busy you have to leave at fucking four AM?” I didn’t want to end this. I couldn’t.
This was Phoebe, the girl I dreamt about for years.
The girl I’d love since the first time that I saw her. The girl I missed like she was a part of me.
My girl.
There wouldn’t be anybody I’d ever feel this way about, but this was all crazy
“I can’t.” A pained look filled her eyes.
“What’s going on, Phoebe?”
“Tai. I’m sorry.”
“What exactly are you sorry for? Just so I’m clear. Obviously I got the wrong fucking impression. I wanted a relationship with you, but this is just about fucking.” I’d gone too far to rein anything back in. But I didn’t care.
I stood there and watched the distressed look fill her face.
I didn’t stop her as she grabbed the rest of her stuff and left.
As frustration gripped me, I grabbed the vase on the floor and hauled it at the wall, causing it to smash into several pieces over the bed.
I didn’t care.