My Only Exception (gxg)

Part 23

0/10 I do not recommend working with your ex.

That you're still in love with.

I tried to text and call Poppy outside of work, but she was convinced that my mind had been made up.

By showing any hesitation about choosing Emily over my relationship with her, that was me making up my mind.

And I didn't blame her.

Having to see her at work, however, was killing me.

It was like we were back to where we started, except now it was a more one sided hatred, from her side.

I was still in love with Poppy.

I hoped she still felt the same way about me, but I had no idea. She gave me nothing at work. We were back to ignoring each other.

Part of me was upset with her as well, for not hearing me out more. But I understood why she wouldn't.

Things with Emily, however, were peachy...pretty much.

I was seeing her more, and she acted like nothing with Poppy ever happened.

Though to me, it felt like the elephant in the room.

I felt like I had not a single person to talk to about Poppy. Normally, I would have talked to my best friend about my heartbreak.

But I couldn't talk to Emily about this. Not even for a second.

I was essentially on my own, and I was not doing well.

At all.

When my ex-girlfriend from high school, Danielle, broke up with me for good to go to the Army, I was devastated. I felt like she abandoned me. But in the long run, it was the best thing that could have happened to me.

This felt completely different. My relationship with Poppy wasn't toxic. It wasn't bad for me, and it wasn't bad for her. In fact, it was the complete opposite. My relationship with Poppy brought me more joy in life than anything had, and now it was gone.

And I had no idea if I was ever going to get it back.

It had been two weeks since Poppy and I had broken up.

She was all I could think about. I was hardly sleeping, even more so than before. Eating was incredibly difficult.

Taking off the key necklace she gave me was devastating, but I couldn't wear it and be reminded of her every second.

In other words, I was a complete and utter mess.

On the days I had a shift with her it was even worse, to the point where I even called out sick one day when I knew I was working with her.

However, I had a shift with her on a Saturday in late May, and I knew I couldn't call out again.

Emily asked me if I wanted to get brunch with her that morning, and I agreed to. I thought it would be better for me to be around someone other than myself.

Emily and I ate our brunch, with her mostly talking. It was crazy to me in some ways how she was able to act completely normal around me, like nothing ever happened. In fact, I think I was struggling with it more.

She got what she wanted.

We spilt the bill, and as we stayed a bit after we paid, Emily was going on and on about Evan.

"We're going to start looking at apartments next month," she said to me, "Don't worry, I'll be close by! I'm pretty excited."

"That's great, Em," I said to her.