Only Two Can End Up Happy [ book 2 ]

twenty-eight

Olivia~

I don't know what's happening to me. All I know, is that I'm nearly three seconds away from calling Boston. I'm sure he'd know what to do.

I'm too afraid to call Greyson. He was here not even fifteen minutes ago to check on me. I convince myself I can hang in there another day before Boston gets back, but it's only gotten worse since he left.

I hate feeling like a burden, so I lie to Greyson when he comes over. I lie to Boston when he calls to ask me if I'm feeling any better. I'd rather suffer in silence. Figure it out myself.

There's no time to right now though, because Boston should be calling any minute to check in on me. He's called me at the same time, every day since he left. It would be a complete lie if I said I didn't like it.

I anxiously wait for the phone call, sitting on the floor of the bathroom. It's where I've been since Boston left.

My phone buzzes, twice. I pick it up, faking a smile.

"Hey baby, how you feeling?" He asks, obviously distracted by something else.

"Better." I lie, knowing he isn't listening much anyways. I don't blame him.

"You sure?" He questions.

"I'm sure." I wipe away a tear that has escaped from my eyes, that now rolls down my cheek.

He stays silent for a while. I'm okay with it, knowing that it won't be like this tomorrow. He'll be sitting here with me. I'll be in his arms, and everything will be okay.

"I'm not trying to ignore you," He suddenly says. "I'm packing."

"Early flight, right?"

"Not anymore, no."

"Did it get canceled?"

"No. I got an earlier one. I'm leaving in a few hours.
I should be home around eleven tonight."

Fuck.

No. I'm relieved.

But, fuck.

"Oh," I say, sounding less excited than I had hoped. "That's awesome."

"Well, I just figured, since you aren't feeling 100% better yet, I'd come home early. I'm not doing anything else today, and I miss you like crazy. It works out great." He happily says. I know for a definite fact that he's smiling right now. It makes me feel better.

"I can't wait to see you." I confess, before we say goodbye.

A rush of relief rushes through my body, before I'm feeling nauseous again, leaning over the toilet. All I can think at this point, is that Boston won't be home soon enough. I cant do this without him.