Garrett
Are you looking for a fight?
Rory
No
Garrett
What time are you going to get home tonight?
My stomach flip flops at the directness. At the promise of something other than a fight, but…still close to a fight. Still not right.
I want it so much. Too much. I want it enough that my hands shake as I type out a message turning it down, because I should, even though I really don’t want to.
Rory
I’m working all night, unfortunately…our junior resident can’t sleep here so I’m in the call room
Garrett
Okay
That’s it. Easy acceptance. As far as closure goes, it’s pretty weak, but it’ll have to do. That has to be the last text messages we exchange. I need to re-focus on what really matters, and I can’t be selfish in every quadrant of my life.
Chapter 4
Garrett
November
Well, fuck.
Chapter 5
Rory
December
Rory
Happy holidays
Garrett
Hey stranger
I still have that shirt of yours
I should get that from you…are you heading home for Christmas?
Are you?
Don’t sound so surprised
Were you thinking of something sooner?
Tonight, maybe?
