How did things go south so quickly?
Nicky fucking Lane.
He was always a cocky asshole, but now he’s actually managed to slither his way between me and my sweet Veronica.
“You can’t just leave, Veronica.”
“Watch me,”
“I picked you up. At least let me drive you home.”
“I’d rather be stranded in the middle of the ocean than be anywhere near you right now.” Now adorned with her handbag, coat, and shoes, she turns to face me head-on. “Don’t follow me.”
The door slams, probably internationally, behind her. It echoes through the empty house and through my mind as I crumble.
Fuck.
It’s Christmas Eve, for fuck’s sake. My eyes unconsciously wander to the bedside drawer where I’d stashed her present. We hadn’t been together long, but I’d bought that present right after she agreed to let me take her on a date.
It had been hell having to keep it hidden. I was anxious to see her wear it.
