Ella
I’m throwing everything into bags as my heart breaks in two. I came into the house hopeful but also a little fearful. I’d started to believe what Bryce was saying. There’s no way that Logan would take Harper back. But obviously, we were both wrong.
That’s the only conclusion I can come up with.
He doesn’t want me.
With my bag over my shoulder, I walk toward the front door. Max darts out in front of me, and I drop my bag to pick him up. He curls himself into my arms, happy to be held, and it makes me cry even harder.
I carry him into the kitchen and fill up his food and water bowl before setting him down in front of it.
With one last stroke of his soft fur, I walk away. I carry my bag across the driveway and up the steps. As soon as I’m inside my apartment, I drop the bag and walk to my bedroom before throwing myself on top of the bed.
I think about the last week and the rollercoaster of emotions I’ve been through. Finding out Logan was in the hospital was definitely the low. I was scared to death driving to the hospital and not knowing what I would find when I got there. I remember standing outside his door, trying to train my reaction to seeing him. He wouldn’t want my pity, and I wouldn’t want him to see exactly how worried I was and give my true feelings away.
I was a mess. Literally, a mess.
And then when I finally convinced him to let me go home with him and watch over him, I was completely overjoyed. It was like my prayers had been answered by the fact that I got to be close to him and care for him. We spent a lot of time together, and I was feeling more and more for him, even if I did try to hold back.
But last night. Damn, after last night, I knew there was no more holding back. It’s as if by giving him my body, he had to know how I felt for him. With every kiss and caress, he had to know. I didn’t hold back then.
But maybe I should have.
Because now I’m completely devastated. I love him, and he wants nothing to do with me. I have to move. He gave me a week to get out, and I know I could fight it, but the truth is, there’s no way I can stay here and see him every day. I put my head in my hands and rub my eyes. Especially if he’s with Harper.
There’s no way I can deal with seeing that every day.
But I’m not even going to worry about packing and looking for somewhere to go right now. No, right now, I need to worry about healing my heart. What’s left of it.