Diagnosed with a terminal ailment, Ashley Grayson divorces his husband Jonathan in hopes he will be able to move on. But plans go south when Ash ends up falling in love first, with the last person he expected...
I wake up to find myself completely alone with the silence filling the air. Confused I pat the bed, trying to feel for traces of his warmth but if there were any they were long gone.
I look at the time to see it was only nine in the morning and get out of bed. We had a meeting with Pierce at twelve and our flights left at four.
But where the fuck was Johnny, I wasn't crazy, he was here right?
I sit up in bed and rub my eyes. Trying to search for any evidence of him but the only clothes on the floor were my own.
"Shit..." I groan as I go to stand.
That was the best sleep I had gotten in ages and I felt refreshed. Cold as fuck, but refreshed. I tiredly toss on a white t-shirt and long navy blue boxers as I get up. Debating what to do first.
Should I shower or go find my disappearing Intern?
I should start getting ready for the long day ahead and searching for my ex-husband was insane.
But I'm insane anyway, so I find myself in the hallway, walking down to his suite.
"God I really have gone crazy," I mutter under my breath and gently knock on the door.
"Intern?" I call out but there's no response.
I try the door to find it unlocked which takes me by surprise. His clothes had been tossed in a little pile on the floor but other than that the room was clean.
"Johnny?" I hear the shower in the distance and walk to the bathroom.
I press my head to the bathroom door only to hear a slight sniffling intermingle with the running water. I close my eyes and lean against the wall for a second.
I had broken my best friend's heart, I had shattered it into a million pieces and I could see that in his eyes last night. I knew I shouldn't bother him.
I should let him move on from me because I wouldn't be here much longer, but I couldn't help myself. I can't let him go on like this because I know in my heart no matter how hard I tried, he wouldn't move on.
He physically can't.
It's impossible.
I softly knock on the door and decide if he doesn't answer, I'll go.
"Ash?"
I hear him call out and take a step in.
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The amount of steam in the bathroom clouds my vision for a few moments as I walk inside and close the door behind me.
The shower was enclosed in an alcove of the wall with a see-through glass door that revealed my best friend was sitting on the small seat in the corner of the shower and crying his eyes out.
