The taste of bitterness in my mouth seemed to be too familiar...
I watched him say nothing to me. I did not know if I started it or if he...
I stood and watched him leave the house with his suitcases, hugging Beau goodbye. I just looked into his eyes, pale like a wall, then nodded, and he turned to leave. However, after a moment he sighed heavily and turned on his heel, coming up to me, taking in his arms.
"I don't care if you're mad at me, we'd regret it If I don't do this now," he mumbled, tightening his grip, kissing the top of my hair.
"I'll miss ya," I confessed, as if forgetting why I was mad.
I loved him after all, and he loved me. It was so easy. Love was the most important thing. We did not allow the hurt to rise further. We were such people. The loved ones were more important than anything else.
"Will you be in Brisbane?" Clinton asked uncertainly, looking at me with concern, signaling to me that he was completely vulnerable.
"We'll come," I assure him, sending him a slight smile, as he took my face in his hands, bending over to kiss me briefly.
I closed my eyes, wanting more, but his lips quickly disappeared from mine, and his hands left my hips.
Jesse was sitting inside of a car in front of the house waiting for him.
I just stood watching them leave.
I knew it would be difficult, to deal with it without him in my everyday life again, but I had to survive it.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated in my pocket. Almost immediately I picked up, feeling Beau squeeze clutching my knees.
"Angeline, you're going on tour! " called happily Mark, who was my boss.
At this point everything has become more complicated. My stomach tightened in a knot, and I could not move, bemused by stimuli.
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This is the worst uh
