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Chapter 23

Tessa's POV:

It's a book. It's his book, Wuthering Heights. His worn, used book, the binding is little bit crumple due to we used to read it many, many times.

I throw the book inside the box, left it on the table and go to my room. I polp on the bed and sink my face into the pillow.

I'll not cry. I will not cry. No more crying. I say to myself but there's no way I could get my heart to follow it and I begin to cry.

He would never stop hurting me.
He is draining my eyes to cry, dry. Can't he just put my feeling out of his misery. He loves to torment me, see me suffering and in this traumatize state.

Why he is doing this? Why?
I started to hit, punch, hit, punch the wet with my tears pillow with my fist. "Why? Why? Why?" I say try to keep my voice low, so I don't wake up Landon.

I throw this pillow and take another, put my head on it and cover my mouth to stop my muffle cry. I close my eye to try to get rid of the his face, his beautiful face, but it's not going to happen that easily.

I have to stop this, I've to stop this hurting each other, hurting me cycle, I've to. I wipe my eyes with my fingers and try to sleep.

Next morning.

My throat is dry due to my last night crying session. I get up and go to the bathroom, splash my face with water and wipe it with the towel. After brushing my teeth I go to kitchen to make some cold coffee. Put the hot black coffee into the freezer, I go to my room take the phone with me out and sit down on the two person table in the kitchen.

My eyes catches again on that box, so I get up, take that box tear the cardboard box into pieces, take the book, rip out the binding from its the book and tear it that too into pieces. I gather all the litter crap with the book too and throw in the trash can.

I take the coffee out of the freezer, sit down on the table and drink it in less than two minutes.

As I hear Landon's room's door open I grab my phone and pretend to do something. So I can avoid the eye contact and also the unwanted tears from destroying the precious thing.

"You're going to throwing all of this out?" He asks when in walks into the kitchen. Obviously talking about the book.

"Yep," I say barely look at him, only focusing on my phone.

"Morning." He greet and switch on the coffee machine.

"Morning, sunshine," I say and look at his face. He has Frozen-theme band-aid on his forehead, with I bought it.

He notice watching me the band-aid, because he say, "I'm fine, but damn, that was embarrassing." He started to make his coffee. I smile biting my lip.

"A little," I agree, and cover my mouth to stifle my laughter.

"Need a refill? Do you work
today?" He asks.

"I do." I put my phone down on the table. "Yes to both. Work. And want more coffee. Please," I clarify with a half smile. Then clear my throat and I look down on the table as I ask, "Do you know which days Hardin will be here yet?" It kills to say his name out loud.

"Not yet. We're still a few weeks away, so he hasn't told me. You know how he is." He shrug his
shoulders. Yes, I know how he is, more than anyone. I live almost a year with him to know that.

"You're sure this is okay, right? Because you know if you aren't, I can have him stay at a hotel or
something," he offers.I know he'd never wants me to be uncomfortable in my own place. But that boy would fight him over this.

I smile at his kindly concern. "No, no. It's fine. This is your place."

"And yours," he reminds me. He puts the first cup of espresso into the freezer for me. Knows that I like this type coffee now.

"I'm going to pick up extra shifts at Lookout. I'm almost done with training anyway. They're letting me do brunch and dinner today." I let him know.

"If you change your mind-"

"I won't. I'm fine. It's been-what?" I shrug. "Four months or something?" I lie through my teeth to my bestfriend, but he wouldn't call me out on it.
Not like him.

He put the little cup into the sink and grab his sweatshirt from the back of the chair.
With a bye he head out for his regular run.

I groan, loudly. I don't know why I did. Of course I know why. Because of him. Only him.

After ten minutes I get a text from Nora that she's coming for the postponed cake plan in my apartment.

.....
Hardin POV:

I'm checking my emails to see that any publishing house has responded me or not.

Some of the shitty house is saying it's has too much drama. It's 'so dark' our readers get the wrong idea in the subject of love. Or another, it's not typical love story, they don't want this type of story. What do mean you want typical story, they're so boring that anyone, even me, would vomit after reading two sentences.

Only emails that are accepts my story, not accept, they want to meet me in person and then they gonna decide what's they want to do. There are, two in New York and one in Chicago.

First I told the New York ones that they can arrange the meeting and they arranged in end of the September. If they didn't like then I'm going for Chicago.

If I get this to Vance, he'll accept it in a heartbeat, I know that. He had read my work in the past. But Dear Daddy, I'm upset with you so I will not going for you, not now.

I sigh and lean back on my chair. My phone ring and I look down on the table, it's Landon. If it's related to her, I pick in a second.

"Yeah?" I say.

"One of your famous warm hellos." He says through the phone.

"Warm as I'm gonna get. Do you need something in particular?"

"I'm looking at your future self, actually," he tells me. What? What the fuck he is talking about?
He and his lame-ass jokes, no one get his humors.

"I'm bored and wanted to talk about your trip here," he says. Like have free fucking time for this brother bonding shit. And he said something about my trip.

"What about it? I haven't booked
the flight yet, but I'll be there around the thirtieth." I tell him so he'd tell her. Because she is not answering me anymore.

"Of September?" He asks me. Stupid of himself.

"Obviously." I roll my eyes, though he can't see.

"Are you staying in a hotel, or at my apartment?" He asks too many questions. Probably she told him to tell.

"What does she want me to do?" I ask him in my low voice. He knows well enough to know that who I'm talking about, without even mentioning her name.

"She says she's fine with you
staying at the apartment, but if she changes her mind, you know you have to go."

"Yeah, I fucking know that." I say and lean again on the chair. I know that, I've lived almost a year with her to know that.

"I'm not going to do anything stupid. I have a few meetings and
wanted to maybe hang out with you and her a bit. Honestly, I'm just happy to be in the same fucking state as her." I smile at the thought of hang out with her after four fucking months.

He focuses on the first part of my sentence. Dick. Because he asks, "What kind of meetings? You're trying to move here already?" I can practically hear his voice that he's terrified with the idea of me moving there.

"Fuck no. It's just some shit for
something I've been working on. I'll tell you when I have time to explain the whole thing, which is not now." It's none his business. It's related to her so I'm going to tell her first.

I hear beep in my phone and I look, it's Ben, my agent.
"Someone's calling on my other line." I hang up before he can respond.

"What?" I ask Ben. He is only giving me fucked up reviews in my story which he gets from the houses.

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