Alone.
This is fine. Tomorrow, I’ll… look for jobs again, I guess.
And something will turn up.
And one day, I’ll make something of myself.
And one day, maybe I’ll be more like that. More like him. More confident, more handsome, more?—
My phone’s vibrating.
My heart’s sinking.
It’s almost definitely Jon looking for a late-night hookup.
It always is. No one else ever calls these days, but especially not at two a.m.
I shouldn’t answer. The fucker hung up on me earlier.
But what if he’s worried? What if he’s on his way over, drunk? And he wakes Mrs Huang?
Fucking hell.
I reach over, tap the green icon, and bark out a too-loud, “What?!”
“Did I wake you?”
It’shim.
It’s August.
He remembered my number, and he called. Already. “No! No. Sorry. Um…”
“I thought it would be on silent if you were sleeping.”
Yeah, that’s what a smart person would do. Not be on call for their ex. “I’m awake.”Obviously. Fucking cringing over here.
“August, I just wanted to say…” His voice is so gravelly and deep, like he’s half asleep. Maybe he’s in bed. In bed, thinking of me. Like I was thinking of him. “I’m sorry. For everything.”
“No. Don’t be. No, I-I really had the best time I’ve had in ages.” Oh my god, I sound so desperate. Why is my heart beating like this? “It was… It’s not every day you go to the past.”
Wow. Very impressive observation, August. Keep charming him with your enviable intelligence and wit.
“I just wanted you to know I had a great time with you.”
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
No. I’m reading too much into this.
But why does that feel so good?
Because you’re an attention-starved fuckup.
“But I know it’s a lot,” he goes on, as I grip my phone with needy fingers. “And I need you to know, if you want me to leave you alone, I will.”
“No. I don’t want that.”
