Trust is a delicate thing.
Like a porcelain vase, intricately crafted and impossibly beautiful, trust can be shattered with the slightest bump or careless touch.
And sometimes it's the closest people to you that break your vase.
Those who've seen it up close, who know its delicate nature...
They are the ones who can inflict the most devastating damage.
And somehow, someway, that makes it all hurt much worse.
Much worse than a stranger or a new acquaintance.
Because they knew where to hurt you most.
And yet they did it anyway.
- Azzy
♛Chapter Seventy-Eight: Trusting A Businesswoman♛
The sun was bright and warm the next morning, shedding onto the bed that I finally laid up from after a well-rested sleep.
I yawned, rubbing my eyes as I glanced around the empty bed—wondering what time it was.
The bright sun meant that it was at least late morning.
"Renata," I called out, carefully slipping out of the large empty bed and walking over toward the attached bathroom.
Which happened to be empty as well.
I furrowed my brows, what time is it?
Is she already working so soon?
I suddenly glanced over when I heard the door to the bedroom open—causing a small smile to grow on my lips.
"Good morning—"
I cut myself short with a puzzled look, noticing my best friend standing there with a tray of breakfast for me.
"Wow, don't look too disappointed to see me," he joked with me, walking towards the empty bed.
I jokingly rolled my eyes, "I'm not—I'm just..." I glanced around the room again, "Have you seen Ren?"
Antonio furrowed his brows, "I thought she told you?" he asked, turning to face me.
I nodded before I could think it through, "She did tell me—but we decided together that she wouldn't be leaving," I said, walking over towards the bed where the tray of breakfast sat.
Antonio hummed, "Well, I haven't seen her today—but Eli already left," he told me.
I popped one of the cherries into my mouth, "Left? To go where?" I asked with furrowed brows.
Antonio shrugged, "Apparently he's still going underground—I'm not sure," he said, grabbing one of the cherries from the glass bowl.
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