As we continue walking, Conor breaks the silence. "Hey, what do you think about hanging out tomorrow? Maybe grab a coffee? I can pick you up."
I hesitate for a second. I don't know if I'm ready to spend more time with him, especially after everything. But instead of saying no, I hear myself agreeing. "Yeah... sure, that sounds fine."
He smiles, seeming relieved, but as I walk back home, the weight of that decision sinks in. I should feel something—anything—but there's just this numbness that lingers. No excitement, no relief, just... nothing.
When I step inside my apartment, it's like I'm moving on autopilot. I don't feel happy. Not about agreeing to see Conor tomorrow, not about spending time with him. I feel empty, hollow. And then there's Ethan. I can't get him out of my head, no matter how hard I try.
Thinking about him makes my chest ache. I can picture his face so clearly, how he looks when he smiles at me, when he tells me he loves me. And then I remember what I saw—the way Charlotte held his hand, how comfortable they seemed together. It feels like a knife twisting deeper every time I think about it, and I can't make it stop. But I can't talk to him. I don't want to see him, don't want to hear whatever excuse he might come up with. I'm too scared it'll break me even more.
I cry all night, tears soaking into my pillow as I lie there in the dark. The weight of everything presses down on me until I finally pass out, exhausted from it all. It's like I've got nothing left, no energy, no strength. Just this dull, throbbing pain that won't go away.
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The best man
ChickLitLily and Conor have been inseparable since their university days, bound by a deep friendship that has weathered the test of time. While Conor appreciates Lily's presence in his life and the comfort of their relationship, he remains oblivious to the...
