"There's only so many times I can put my heart back together"
"Why are you so sure I'll break it again?"
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Andrew had a perfect life. Or so others would think.
Living under his father's control was a nightmare. Having his dreams ignored and bei...
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Jenny stared unfazed when a splash of orange juice covered the wood table, daring to touch her elbow. There wasn't much on it. Just a soaked white towel, a plate with toast and a mug of coffee. And the now empty glass from which the juice was still pouring.
Ana clasped her hands against her mouth, looking at the mess she made. She only got out of her trance once Jenny snapped her fingers in front of her face, urging her to get a washcloth.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so clumsy," she kept repeating, giggling at the thought.
Jenny took another bite of her toast, monitoring her work but refusing to help. Juliana messed up way too much for her to bother. Her hands were still healing from the lab accident, but they didn't seem to hurt as they once had.
"So, I was asking you about Miguel," Juliana restarted. Before she spilt the drink, she was investigating what had gone down between them. "Why did he bring you home the other night? Are you his friend now?"
"Friends? You know I would never befriend someone who did what he did to you."
Jenny ignored the beginning of the question. Finding out the answer to it had become quite the puzzle. No matter how close she thought she was to an explanation, there was always something that didn't add up.
Miguel couldn't do nice things, much less for women. He would have never taken her home unless he expected sex, and he knew that would never happen.
"I don't think you should let that affect your relationship with him," she mumbled. "That's my business. He did nothing to you."
Jenny rolled her eyes. "It shows his character. I don't want to be friends with someone who makes girls think he wants a relationship, but ditches them as soon as he gets in their pants."
Ana nodded silently, staring at the washcloth in her hands, twisting it between her fingers. Her chest was heavy with remorse, but she feared Jenny's reaction if she said all the words she wanted to let out.
"Please, don't tell me you still fancy him?" Jenny asked, finding nothing in her silence. "After what he did to you? Juliana, have some self-respect."
"He brought you back, didn't he?" Her eyes met her roommate's, steady. "Maybe he is not such a bad person as you made him in your head?"
"Made him in my head?" she repeated. What happened that night had left her questioning a lot about him, but that accusation was far from the truth. "I didn't make up anything. He lied to you! He slept with you and doesn't even acknowledge it."
Ana bit the inside of her cheek and turned her back on her roommate, washing the cloth in the sink. The cold water made her fingers numb. She couldn't face Jenny for longer. Bringing Miguel up again had been a mistake. That entire subject was an error because Jenny would extract the truth from her. She couldn't live with herself if her roommate started looking at her the way she looked at Miguel.
