Nothing makes sense anymore after she’s taken
everything with her.
I nod, drying my hands on my jeans and
jumping to the stage on the other side.
“Patrick,” Jay says with that compassionate face
that I’d like to smash in, just so that I don’t have to
see it anymore. “I know that you miss her and that
everything seems senseless now, but you’ll see in
time—”
“What? With time I’ll forget? I’ll find someone
else? What is it you’re trying to tell me, Jay? Were
you able to go ahead after Alex?”
There I am. Same old asshole I used to be.
I just said the only name I never should have.
The only weak link in Jay’s controlled and
schematic world. The only thing able to knock him
over and I, bastard to the bone, take advantage of
the situation to make him back off.
Jay looks at me, still with that expression of
pity, and I feel like an asshole for having dug up
Alex and reminding him of what he feels about
her.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him, looking away.
“Don’t worry about it. I do understand, you
know? I know how you feel and that you’d like to
break everything you see with your bare hands.
But there’s nothing you can do to bring her back to
you. You have to accept it and move on because if
you don’t, it will destroy you.”
“Destroy me? I’m already there. I am
