"I'm sorry." I say sincerely through the phone.
Her beautiful eyes bloodshot and her nose reddened from crying, she looks at me wearily.
"I'm...I'm so tired." She sighs, her voice muffled through the static of the line.
"We're going to fix it oka...
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Killian Rubis Andrade London, UK Three days later
"Yo, you sure?" Oakley gives me a weary look, and I sigh. "Yes Oakley, the quicker you go, the quicker you can come back." I rush him.
Today was his first day back working with the guys in person, our almost four and a half week shack up was about to come to an end. Apart of me really wanted him to go so I could finally put myself in a mind frame of solitude, but I would miss him badly.
Once I got back to New York I had to really lock in, because it was then my second interview for my new nursing position at the NYU Langone hospital. I'd be in the emergency room, and I couldn't be more excited yet nervous. The ER would be enough to keep my mind busy at all times. I wouldn't have the extra seconds to think about being sad, and I missed practicing medicine so much it became hard for me to function regularly.
His warm hand caressed my cheek, and I kissed the inside of his hand. "Make it to me." I say as he pecks my lips.
"Always." Oakley says before walking towards the door. "Remember Boo-"
"Boone is available to help me. Yes I know." I shoo him, and he winks at me before closing the door and locking up. The flat was pin drop quiet as I stared up at the ceiling.
Blank mind running wild with thoughts my brain begins to paint images. It's mainly of Oakley holding a little bright eyed girl, she's in the cutest pink leotard and tutu. He's throwing her up in the air, before tickling her stomach and her neck at the same time. A little boy was attached to my hip, and his gummy smile erupted as I squished his fat cheeks. Blinking I sit up slowly.
"You have to stop this." I remind myself, now I regret rushing him out because left alone with my thoughts I was bound to torture myself for every second I spent alone.
Opting for television, I put on the food network. Anything to distract me, and food is always an amazing distraction. Watching Guy Fieri drive from city to city, trying out local, authentic food always seemed so cool to me. My hands now needed something to do, carefully I got off the couch and went into the guest bedroom in the closet where Oakley had rudely shoved my things.
