“I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”
“Yeah, but you two are in love. Love is special. It’s the thing that no amount of money can buy, and yet some of the poorest people have the most of it. I love you, but you are being really stubborn.”
“Please, Jade. I can’t talk about Damien anymore.”
Jade scoffed, “Fine.” She rubbed my arm for a fewmoments, and I placed my head on her shoulder. “But we’re going shopping then.”
“Shopping? Now?”
“Duh. It’s Saturday, and we’re sad. Retail therapy and all that. Plus, we might get hit on at the mall, which will make us feel better about being sad.”
The corner of my mouth lifted. “But you aren’t sad. Last I knew, you and Colton were doing just fine.”
“Yeah, but I’m sad in conjunction. You’re sad, so I’m sad.”
“I don’t think that’s really how it works.”
“Oh, come on. It will be fun. We can put on some cute outfits, try on some clothes, stop and smell some candles, get some free food samples from the food court, and end our adventure with Chick-fil-A.”
“All my favorite things.”
“Exactly.”
I let out a deep sigh. “Fine. Take me shopping. Feed me Chick-fil-A. Tell me I’m pretty.”
“Isn’t that on a t-shirt?”
“Something like that.”
“But you’re saying you’ll go?”
“Yep. I’ll go.”
Jade jumped up with a squeal. “Yay! Let’s go get ready.”
I closed my eyes for a moment to steel my resolve before standing.
Time to suck it up, buttercup.
It’s time to wipe Damien from my mind completely, and get back to normal.
As I walked into my bedroom, I couldn’t quiet the little voice in the back of my head that reminded me—time to get back to emptiness.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Cadence
“Why do I keep doing this to myself?” I groaned as a wave of nausea washed over me.
I hadn’t planned on going out last night and getting completely trashed. But Jade had dragged me to a cute bar downtown and kept feeding me shots.
So, it was her fault.
“Curse you, Jade,” I murmured as I turned off the alarm reminding me of my guitar lessons with Dave at the store.
I sent him a quick text telling him I wouldn’t make it in and dove back under the covers.
There was absolutely no way this hot mess was getting out of bed.
