Page 374 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

A breath shudders out of me.

“Andrew, I can’t answer that.”

At that moment,

hope falls straight through his stare,

his gaze caving in on itself⁠—

blue gone grey in a blink.

I step forward, reaching for him.

“Andrew, let me try to explain⁠—”

“Nah. Fuck you, Allison.”

Hurt floods his features as he steps back.

“Fuck. You.”

And it slices me.

Not just a nick,

his words split me

right down the middle.

He steps back again,

looking almost sick after saying it.

When I blink,

he’s already walking away.

When I blink again,

his back’s farther.

Each time I blink,

the distance grows

until he’s not there anymore.

57 / TILL IT’S GONE

YELAWOLF

// 11:13 PM - PENTHOUSE - UPPER EAST SIDE, NYC //

The cold comes home with me.

It rides the elevator up and follows me into the penthouse with its clammy phantom hands all over my thighs.

I step inside barefoot, heels dangling from two fingers, the tail of my red dress trailing a crimson line across the marble.