My grandparents showed up a couple of hours later. They were on a business trip. That was jarring in and of itself- while their only granddaughter was lying in a hospital bed, they decided it would be okay to go on with business.
While I waited for them, I begged the nurse to let me see Grey, but she had no idea who I was talking about.
Surely he’d come and try to see me. He loved me and I was in the hospital.
A doctor came in and asked me how I was feeling and if I remembered what had happened to me.
It dawned on me then that I didn’t. I had no recollection of what had happened that landed me in the hospital. But I knew that Grey would want to know where I was. He’d probably feel bad that he wasn’t here with me. He was probably worried he hadn’t heard from me… in…I don’t even know how long… I didn’t know how long I’d been here… I tried to calm my breathing…
Maybe he didn’t know that I was even in the hospital?
I asked the nurse for my phone but she just shrugged and said I wasn’t admitted with one.
That was odd too. It was always on me.
When my grandparents came into the room, I immediately asked them about Grey, but they ignored my questions and talked over me.
“My phone,” I said loudly to break through their discussion.
My grandfather gave me an exasperated look, “what about it, Julianna?”
I cleared my throat, “I need one please. Mine’s gone.”
My grandfather then lifted his phone to his ear and barked into it for someone to get me a phone as he walked out of the door.
That was the last I’d seen of him in the hospital.
The new phone was lying next to me when I awoke the next morning.
A lot of my info had already been transferred to this one, which made things easier.
I quickly noticed unread messages from Grey and that immediately put me at ease.
Until I read them.
Nothing could have prepared me…
Jules, I am sorry to say this, but we are not good for each other. I cannot be with you anymore. I’m just holding you down and I’m going to get really busy this year with hockey. I hope you are well, and I wish you the best.
I’m so sorry for what happened. You deserve better. I can’t get past knowing what I did to you.
Like… what the hell? It didn’t even sound like him. And what he ‘did to me’? Made me love him? What was he even talking about? He always texted that he loved me and he never once took the time to capitalize I’s in his texts. And now not even a goodbye or anything. I thought it was a joke at first, but I’d texted and called him like crazy since I read it and I’d received nothing back. I was so in shock I think I was actually numb and not really believing it. I figured, okay, maybe he got scared or something and moving in was too fast for him and he’d call me in a couple of days… but the call never came.
Instead, I’d only received one more text that read:“You need to stop. This is over.”
I felt like I’d been slapped across the face.
And that just brought rage.
He was trying to make it look like I was crazy? He was the one who had just asked me to move in with him and now he was breaking up with me over text messages. Of course I was going crazy. Who wouldn’t? I didn’t even know what to make of that.
So, I tried Paige. But nothing, the calls weren’t even being answered. I figured she couldn’t face it to tell me that Greyson was done with me. I couldn't blame her. I wouldn’t want to be the one to tell her if Max ever decided he didn't want her anymore. And maybe she’d turned on me as well…
So, my everyday turned into tears. I cried for him. Cried for me. Cried over stupid shit we’d done or said. We’d been together for so long that everything had a memory attached to him.
How do you go from talking to someone every day and from them being your center to having them just gone?
Every morning I hoped to see a stupid goofy good morning text from him like usual, but it never came. He had texted me good morning for the past six years… and that was something I missed the most. How pathetic was I?
