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Hasn't left her house in three days.
I found myself waiting by my phone for them. For just a glimpse of how she'd been doing.
I brought up my phone to look at the picture Jax had sent me of her going to school just yesterday. She was so close to finishing this semester. I knew how much it meant to her. And for that, I should try and stay as far away from her as possible.
Except I couldn’t.
When you realize what you’ve done, you will. And when that happens, come find me, but be ready to apologize, and make it good.
I was ready to apologize.
And I knew how to make it good.
Chapter 29
Pearl
Another email popped up on my phone, so I threw it down on the couch and looked out the windows that lined my living room wall.
I had moved out of my apartment and into a nicer one. I had bought it outright. This place was officially mine, and while it wasn't as good as Emerson’s penthouse and was only a single bedroom, I enjoyed it.
I had one thing in this world to my name, and I was happy.
Or at least I should've been. Except for one thing.
Jax had texted me, letting me know Emerson had been released from the hospital. After that, she’d been very diligent about keeping me updated on Emerson’s life, but I had to ask her to stop after a while.
It was too hard.
I still stood by everything I’d said at the hospital. I knew how we felt about each other. But with each day that passed, I started feeling less and less confident that she would actually realize what she’d done.
And now the fucking emails.
Club Pétale was being relentless in their invitations.
They emailed me several times, they texted me, and I was sure that if I waited them out long enough, they would probably call me. Maybe even have one of them show up at my school.
For some reason, they really wanted me back.
It was tempting.
I had only been there on the night of the auction. It would be interesting to see what it looked like on a normal night. And they had another auction coming up.
Maybe this time I could even be in the crowd.
But the more I thought about it, the less I wanted to go.
There was no one for me besides Emerson. I knew that.
My eyes fell on the TV, but it couldn’t hold my attention these days. Nothing could.
I had decided to go back to school the week after Emerson kicked me out, hoping it would distract me. Unsurprisingly, that didn’t help.
Memories of Emerson with blood coming out of her mouth and splattered all over her face while she told me she loved me with her last breath were a constant. She was in my dreams. I relived the moment I almost lost her over and over.
Other times, I relived something else. Her whispers. Her insults. The way she knew just how to touch me. The feeling of her hands on my body as she pounded into me…
I let out a groan as heat flared in my belly.
