His gaze locked with mine, and he didn’t speak for a few beats. “Call me when you land, Jeege.”
“Fine,” I huffed.
What was happening to me?
Was this a coping mechanism? Was he right?
I was overthinking.
I was spiraling.
He wrapped his arms around me as the whistle blew again from behind me.
“You need to move that truck now,” the man called out, and I turned around and glared at him before looking back at Cutler.
I couldn’t handle this.
It was too much.
“Okay. I should go.” I took a few steps back, my bottom lip wobbling, and he stood there looking as steady as an oak tree.
He exhaled. “I love you. I’m proud of you. Go chase your dreams, baby.”
“I love you. Take care,” I told him.
Take care?
What?
I hated everything about this goodbye.
Hated it.
I turned around and walked toward the door, because I just needed it to end.
I was sleep-deprived, though it had been worth it.
I would probably never have good sex again.
But that wasn’t really my fear.
My biggest fear was that I would never truly love anyone the way I loved Cutler.
And that was my burden to bear. I was the one who was leaving.
I turned around and watched him drive away.
He was gone.
It was over.
At least this version of us was over.
I walked inside and checked my bags, going through the motions in a blur.
Once I’d made it to the gate, they were already boarding.
I was grateful that Johnny had insisted on flying me first class for the move, because I’d have a roomier seat to sleep in.
