Nothing We Could Do

Chalter 31

3 MONTHS LATER
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I blinked my eyes open, the phantom hands draped across my waist disappearing as I regained consciousness. The comforting masculine scent fading away, the warm breath on my neck thinning to nothing as I woke up.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, pushing myself to sit up.

I didn't fail to realise I'd slept on one side of the bed, the gaping space beside me that I'd unconsciously left for the person who's name I couldn't think of without feeling myself fall apart.

I pulled away the sheets, ignoring how his scent still clung to it even though I'd washed them so many times.

I'd been doing that a lot— ignoring.

Ignoring how my throat clogged up at the thought of him, ignoring how if I was lucky enough to fall asleep and dream, he was the only one ever in it...

It had been three whole months since I'd seen him, or heard from him, I'd even started attending later classes so I didn't have to bump into him. All the effort I put in during the day to forget about him was put to waste the moment I closed my eyes. I'd gone back to my old ways of not being able to sleep properly again —my dark eye bags being proof of that— and only the thought of him beside me could help.

I entered the kitchen, opening the freezer and slamming it shut quickly as I spied the tub of cookie dough. I hadn't been able to eat it again without thinking of him and it made me mad, how dare his memory spoil my favourite thing?

Moving on, I just poured myself a tall glass of juice and sipped at it. I heard Chloe come in, chattering on the phone. She paused when she saw me, flashing me a sympathetic look. I hated her pity so much, it made me feel so stupid for some reason.

She muttered a quick goodbye to the person on the other end and hung up as she approached me, "Hey Vanna, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," I shrugged, "Never been better."

I knew she could tell I was lying through my teeth. Taking my hand, she squeezed it hard, her way of letting me know that she could see through my bullshit.

I sighed, "Really, I'm fine. We weren't even dating that long."

That part was true, we'd officially dated for almost a week but really, we'd been together way before... and yet the whole time he'd been playing me and I was stupid to even believe for a second he was genuine.

"Ivanna it's ok to admit that he hurt you and—"

"I said I'm fine." I pulled my hand from her and quickly finished off the rest of my drink, "I have lecture in a few."

Her face lit up, "If your really over it, I think you should start seeing other people."

I stared at her blankly, waiting for her to laugh and tell me she was joking or something. Nope, she just sat there grinning, waiting eagerly for me to accept her ridiculous proposal.

"What? No Chloe, why would I do that?"

She shrugged and smiled, "It's the best way to get over someone quickly. You know, I have this friend I could set you up with."

"I already said I'm over him Chloe, what more do you want from me?"

"Then how come you wince every time I say his name? Besides, if your really over him, getting with another guys will be no problem for you."

She raised her brows, waiting for me to take the bait. I debated the possible outcomes in my head. If I refused, she'd know I wasn't over him and coddle me for the rest of my life, if I agreed, I'd have to drag my ass to some stupid date with her friend but she'd lay off me.