Page 132 of Ward Willing
Liam
I wake up in one of Orion’s guest rooms, groggy and feeling like total shit. I stare out of the large window that overlooks Crestwood as I run my hand through my hair. After yawning, I lean over and check my phone, but I don’t have any texts from Zoe.
Same as the last eight days.
Because it was the last week of school, I’d gone through the motions while staying at Orion’s downtown loft. I saw Zoe twice in class, but she’d completely ignored me—which I guess I deserved. I had groceries delivered a couple of times, and I know Stella had been over once or twice to check on her, so I know she’s at least surviving.
My phone chimes as I set it down, and I fumble with it as I check the screen.
Zoe
wrist is fine, def not broken.
My heart begins to race at her words—at seeing her name on my screen.
I really fucking miss her, but if I say that, I’ll only confuse her. Still, we should probably have a conversation soon about how we’re going to move forward.
That’s good.
Are you home?
I quickly throw off the duvet and pull my pants on, buttoning them quickly as I stare down at the screen. Three dots appear and then disappear multiple times, and by the time I pull a shirt on and brush my teeth, she still hasn’t responded.
We should talk.
Like before, three dots appear. This time, a long text comes through, and I wonder if she’s been drafting it this whole time.
Zoe
im on my way 2 the airport. with all the craziness these last 2 weeks, i forgot to tell u–i applied for a writing workshop and got accepted. its 30 days long, so ill be back in time for classes in january. i appreciate u wanting to talk, but i still need some space. u really hurt me by pulling away, and if i see u, i might not want to go to london. let me know if i need to have layla watch captain while im gone, or if youll be going back to your house.
Cold, potent dread works through me at her words.
30 days.
You really hurt me.
Yourhouse—not our house.
Swallowing, I type out a reply.
Congratulations on the workshop. I’m proud of you. I’ll take care of Sushi… don’t worry about it. Be safe in London.
Zoe
thx
You still have my credit card, so feel free to use it.
Zoe
i left it on the counter. ill be okay.
I chew on my lower lip and wonder how I can make sure she at least has money for food and sightseeing when she texts me back.
Zoe
my phone wont work there but if u need to get ahold of me, u can contact inklondon at +44788 977219
