Saving Boston (Rewritten)

Beautifully Dangerous

The palms of my hands hit the cool black sheets, waking me up from my sleep as I dropped my arm in a spot where the curly-haired girl should have been. When my body sat up from the mattress, my eyes were staring at the place Bo used to be. Her bags were missing from the chair, along with the shoes she wore. My head dropped into my hands as I sucked in a heavy breath. Whatever I did, I fucked up, and I don't even know how.

For once, I listened to myself. I thought everything would be different, and I pursued that idea. Whatever was whispering in my ear, I misinterpreted the voice, or maybe I misunderstood what Bo said. Either way, I ended up alone again, and the other half of me was doing god knows what. She walked around the city as if she didn't have my heart in her hands. I was a fucking puppet, and I would do whatever she wanted me to. She could play me as long as it was a guarantee that I still meant something to her, even if it was just a pawn in her game of chess.

My hand reached for the phone on my bedside table, but before I could answer John, a piece of paper fell from my nightstand. Confusion crashed over my body in waves as I picked up the note on the ground. When I saw Bo's name, I felt a wave of relief drowning me.

"Call me when you wake up."

Without second-guessing, I declined John's call to dial Bo's number. "Hello?"

"Good morning."

"Hi," she spoke softly. "Thank you for calling; I had last-minute paperwork to finish this morning. I didn't want you to assume I left for no reason."

"I wouldn't be upset if you did."

"Well," her voice trailed off. "I wanted to know if you would go out with us tonight."

"Us?"

"Chrissy, Miles, Luke -"

"I don't think that is a good idea," I cleared my throat. "But if you find yourself in the area, you could stop by my place."

There was a slight pause before her voice came through. "It was already on the list."

The corner of my lips tugged upward as my head dropped. "I'll see you later tonight, yeah?"

"Yeah," she murmured. "See you then."

I nodded as if she could see me. "Bye."

Her voice squeaked as it came through. "Bye."

Most days, I found it difficult to get out of bed. There wasn't a reason to open my eyes or slip from the comfort of my sheets. Before her, everything felt normal. I was used to the feeling of my life not going anywhere as if I was on a treadmill, and no matter how much I walked, I stayed in the same spot. After her, I lost the taste of life and how it felt to be loved, and now I want it back.

Now, I have something to look forward to - her. I felt the excitement in my stomach as I waited for the moment we met again. So, as I let the water run over my body in the shower, I thought about the future possibilities.

Could there be an us again, and what would that look like if it happened? What if she didn't love me the same? What would I do if we got back together and she realized she didn't love me like she thought she did? I tried not to think about it, but when it came to Bo, I couldn't shake the negative thoughts.

For the rest of my day, I couldn't figure out how to spend my time. I sat at my kitchen table, trying to figure out how to stop staring at the clock. Every few seconds I spent on the couch, I clicked the lock button on my phone to see the time. So, I sifted through the clothes in my closet, trying to find an outfit.

After changing through most of my clothes, I hurried toward my truck parked in the lot. The hours between me and Bo made me anxious, but I didn't want to miss the moment she walked through my bar's door. So, I beat her to it.