Page 57 of Eastern Lights

Jason:Hey. Did everything work out?

Did everything work out?

The nerve of the asshole. I’d sent him a million text messages that day, called a billion times, and left a trillion voice messages begging for him to reply. To at least call Aaliyah. To man up and answer for the massive storm he had created. To face the broken heart he had destroyed. Yet I hadn’t heard a peep from him for almost twenty hours, and when he did reply, that was all he had to say.

Did everything work out?

Jason:Is Aaliyah okay?

He couldn’t be serious.

He couldn’t be that idiotic to think there was any kind of scenario where Aaliyah was anywhere close to being okay.

I wanted to cuss him out. I wanted to rip the fucker a new one for thinking any of his actions toward that poor girl were okay. Sure, Aaliyah was a hot mess, but it was because she really cared about the dick. She was the first girl I’d seen Jason with who looked at him as if he were someone worthy of being with. Plus, when she wasn’t completely destroyed, she was kind, graceful, and beautiful inside and out. She had a pure heart, and Jason had felt the need to destroy it.

He’d disappeared without anything more than a few words scribbled on a piece of paper, leaving me to clean up his mess, his mistakes. He’d left as if leaving was the easiest thing for him to do.

So that night, I ignored him. I ignored his messages, I ignored his fake concern, and I secretly hoped karma would find its way to him, if only for that night.

When I got up to head to bed, I was surprised when I heard sniffling from the guest room. She was still up and clearly crying. Without thought, I headed over and knocked on the door. When she opened it, I felt as if I’d been sucker punched. She looked drained. Destroyed.

“Sorry, was I being too loud?” she asked.

“No, no. It’s not that.” I frowned and crossed my arms. “I just wanted to say you’re important.”

“What?”

“You’re important. I want you to know that fact to counter any person who’s ever made you feel as if your existence isn’t of value. This world is better because you’re here.”

She let out a low chuckle. “How did you know I was feeling unimportant?”

“Because even though I’ve only spent short amounts of time with you, I know you care and feel things deeply.”

She leaned against the doorframe. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Yes.”

“I’m afraid that before I die, I’ll never find my person, or my family. I’m afraid I’ll always be alone until my final day.”

“That’s not true. You’re a leading lady.”

“What if I don’t get the hero?”

“That’s fine, too. Contrary to popular belief, you can still have a happily ever after without another person being involved. Sleep tonight,” I ordered, nodding once.

“I’ll try.”

“Sleep tonight,” I repeated, brushing away the few stray tears that danced down her cheeks with my thumb.

“I will.”

“You’re lying.”

“I am.”

“Do you want me to sit with you? So you don’t feel alone?”

Her lips parted for a second before she shook her head. “No. I can’t ask you to do that. I’m okay. Really, it’s fine.”

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