Eve:
Please don’t leave me again.
Eve:
I hate you. I wish you’d leave.
Eve:
Why are you here? Why did you come back?
Eve:
God, I missed you.
Eve:
You came back to me.
Tears burn my eyes as I scan the messages, scrolling back and back, reading every word she’s told me. She used these messages as her diary. She used me as her diary.
Fuck.
Eve:
It’s been weeks since I’ve written to you. I feel guilty for that, but then I remember you walked out and never looked back. I think I’m finally moving on. I hope you’re good, Ro.
Moving on.
Judging by the date, she was moving on with Isaac. The message is from right before I saw them in Savannah.
How long had they been together before that?
Eve:
I’m sorry.
Eve:
I’m so, so sorry.
Eve:
It shouldn’t have happened. I was drunk and maybe he was too. That’s the only reason I’d do something so unforgivable. I slept with him in your bed, in your space. In the place that was once ours. What’s wrong with me?
Eve:
Last night was…was it a mistake?
Eve:
I slept with someone who wasn’t you. For four years, it was only you, always you, but now that’s gone. You’re gone, and he’s here and I’m lost, Ro. I’m lonely. What am I supposed to do?
I’m lonely. What am I supposed to do?
The words hit harder than they should. This was the first night she was with him. In my bed, no less. Is that why it was clean? Is that why there were sheets I’d never seen before on the bed?
Why would she pick my room to do it in?