CHAPTER 45
TYRELL
I wake the next morning with such a deep sense of sadness that I’m not even sure I can get out of bed.
Coming back home last night, all by myself, was so fucking painful.
Splaying my hand over the mattress, I run my palm across the sheet. Dani should be in that spot.
But it’s too fast.
Too soon.
She was fucking traumatized last night, in no state to see reason, and part of me wants to grab my phone and start texting her a thread of pleas to reconsider.
Don’t break up with me!
I love you.
Please, don’t end us. We’ve only just begun.
We can make it work.
I’ll be whatever you need me to be.
Each thought is getting lamer than the last.
I can’t text her.
She asked me to leave her alone, and I have to respect that. She’s got my number. She’ll reach out to me when she’s ready.
What if she’s never ready?
The ache in my chest blooms, but I clench my jaw and grit out, “Then you move the fuck on.”
Flinging the covers back, I sit up and groan.
My head is pounding, and I didn’t even drink anything last night. I’m feeling hungover… wasted on the sadness of heartache.
Shit, it hurts.
I’ve been broken up with, and broken it off with, a bunch of different girls, but none of it ever felt like this. Because I never loved any of them before.
But I love Dani.
I didn’t mean to fall so hard, and she was the last person I thought Icouldbe in love with, but there it is. Life’s cruel twist of fate. I finally let myself fall for my best friend’s girl… I finally accepted the fact that he’s not here anymore and it’s okay to move on… and then she doesn’t even want me.
“Fuck,” I mutter, standing up and using the bathroom before shuffling back to my room.
I check the time on my phone and feel a little guilty as I text my mom a partial truth.
Feeling wrecked this morning. Do you mind if we skip breakfast? I’ll be back in Dallas by the end of next week.
I barely have to wait a minute before Mama’s calling me to check.
“Hey, boy. Are you okay? You didn’t get yourself drunk last night, did you?”
“No, Mama,” I mumble.
