Now I’m jealous of fictional characters.
I’m all out of wine, and I don’t feel like leaving the house.
I guess I’ll have to be a fucking adult, and deal with this shit like a big girl.
I spend the day cleaning and reorganizing the kitchen cabinets. It’s ridiculous, but I don’t know what to do with myself.
Once I run out of things to do, I make myselftake a shower. Standing under the spray, I imagine Gabe here with me. The image crushes my soul, and tears mingle with the warm water trickling down my face.
When it runs cold, I quickly get out, throwing on an oversized shirt and panties.
Glancing at my bed, I still can’t sleep in it. Not with his scent lingering on the sheets.
Getting comfortable on the couch, I flip through the channels looking for something to watch.
A random thought hits me.
I need a dog.
They’re loyal and love you unconditionally. They make good cuddling buddies, too. I haven’t had one since I was a kid. I’ve always loved animals, but Brian hated them, so I never had another.
Why haven’t I gotten one since leaving him?
It’s just me now.
I can do whatever the hell I want.
Mind made up; I’m getting a dog soon.
My mind feels broken. Random thoughts only hold my attention for a few moments before they go back to him.
Everything leads back tohim.
Just as I doze off, there’s a frantic knock on my door. Jumping off the couch, I hurry to the front door, looking through the peephole.
My body goes rigid and my jaw clenches.
Gabriel.
Chapter Twelve
Gabriel
I’m fucking miserable.
It’s been two days since I temporarily ended things with Brooke, and I’ve regretted every moment without her.
I’m going crazy.
I can’t function without her.
I’ve barely eaten, and I haven’t been to work.
It’s your fault, dumbass.
Her sweet vanilla scent lingers in my bedroom, and I can’t handle going in there.
You caused this.
