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lking for, but I know it's long en

g against me. I probably should've taken them off the moment I ran out of there, b

g

t escape the thought of him, of what

houghts. I can't believe I was humiliated like that. How could I let them do that to me, treat me like that? I begin thi

between rage and shock and right now, I'm not even crying anymore. That part's done. My face is smudged with makeup and tears, my bo

idn't reall

t really say

t in his bed t

omething at me from across the street, but I don't hear what it is, thankfully, and just keep walking, my arms wrapped around myself and m

ake the pain heavier. I don't want to have to think about how many times he would sneak her into o

'm going to do... Thankfully, I still have my purse, my phone and my card. Even though Tyler was providing for both of us, I also worked as a graphic designer and media specialist

restaurants I could stay in for a while before I book an Uber an

one building catches my eye, gleami

ll

pulls me in. Maybe it's the way the light bleeds onto the sidewalk like spilt w

snatched and chaotic. I look completely insane. I quickly gather myself and run my hands through my hair, so I look somewhat presentable, just so that they don't kick me out before I can e

nally push t

urple and orange. I hear the soft hum of jazz ring through the air, and so I glance around to find a live band playing, tucked in a cosy corner of the room. A piano, saxo

ntrance. Her black dress hugs her graciously, and her

light and polished, European maybe,

ks with a polite smile, and that's when

g to just... sit somewhere. Maybe

staring at me without judgment

ressed men and even sharper-looking women. It looks like the type of place where you order your whiskey neat, a

should

ght now. Somewhere, no one knows me, where I can pretend I'm not the gi

artender is tall, clean-cut, and looks like he belongs on the cover of a magazine. He is perfectly handsome. Seems all the staff here are

utiful?" he asks, a flirtatious smil

t then I let it fade as a sharp pang hits my chest. I can't be smiling at ano

self that I no longer owe any loyalty to him. He's ch

th him as a warmer smile appears on my lips. "3 sh

ckle leaves his lips, nodding

all night I've felt even remotely grounded, and maybe I should soak it all i

night?"

s, but it's clean, soothing and expensive. I sincerely hope it does the trick in helping me numb myself. I sigh to myself once I've

relax... but it seemingly

m, and it makes me turn to my right, my eyes landing o

one who notices it. No one says a word, but the atmosphere changes like a cold front just blew in.

o enter the room, immediately sending m

ld cufflinks, and black leather gloves that he keeps on the entire time. In fact, all of them have gloves on... He has silky brown h

nd, my intuition immediately te

my gut, I know