“Watching me, sadness in her eyes. Anger in her posture. I dreamed she watched me, crying silently. And then I woke up, and realized the dream wasn’t a dream. It was reality. She was in the same clothes she’d been wearing when she left, a pair of tight, dark-washed jeans, a white V-neck T-shirt, and a black hooded North Face fleece. Her hair was tangled, tied back in a messy bun, unwashed and greasy. Her eyes were dark-rimmed with exhaustion, and held a thousand-yard stare of resigned bitterness. I was still in bed, my hair sleep-matted, naked from the waist up. “Ever.” I kicked the blankets off, lurched out of bed. “Stay—stay over there.” She pointed at the bed. I sat back down. “Ev, babe—” “No, Cade, you don’t get to call me that. Not now.” The venom was quiet, but it sliced like razors. I slumped, rested my forehead on the heels of my palms, knowing what was coming. “This is goodbye.” I glanced up at her, my eyes burning already. “Isn’t it?” She pulled her legs up onto the chair, ...folding them beneath her.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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