Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 26: I Need You Now

(Picture of Brooke's window sill Above)

I want Evan. I miss him so very badly. God, that sentence leaves a trail of salty tears down my puffy cheeks. I wanted to call Evan and apologize and beg for him to come and talk it out with me, but I didn't want to seem desperate or too clingy. Or at fault. My heart cannot take much of this. Can you die from a heartbreak?
            I spent most if the night crying by my large apartment windowsill. I wanted Evan to come rushing back and at least stay and fight with me. It would have been better than him leaving me alone after that mess. God, did we break up? Are we still engaged? Bob won. He finally won.
                The next morning, I sat at my kitchen table and just stared at the wall. My body was drained of all energy and yet I could still cry. I can barely handle the bile in my stomach as I breakdown for what seems like the millionth time.

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It's been two days since Evan and I had our fight. He hasn't called me or even shot me a text. I've been cooped up in my apartment, trying to recover. Today is the first day I have actually went out and tried to apply for another job. I tried mediocre jobs but they all sucked. So I interviewed for the
Assistant's position at the Daily Delilah (reporter) and a creative writer for BlahBlahBlondie Studios (tv writer).
                I sit in my windowsill at my apartment in blue jean shorts and an oversized button up plaid shirt I stole from Evan. My stomach growls, but I don't want any food. I've eaten A LOT in two days already. I just want a strong pair of arms and a warm body to hold me. I thought about calling Renee or Lucy, but I figured they had enough on their plate. Especially Renee.
                I've tried ice cream, writing, screaming, walking, bathing, and now, music to try and cheer me up. It seems like every song on the radio is a break up song. From Be Alright to I Love You I Hate You or to I Need You Now to One Last Time & Call Out My Name. It got so out of hand that I was forced to turn the radio off.

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              I now lay on my floor, staring up at the cracked ceiling. It's a wonder I don't hear my neighbors upstairs. Suddenly, my phone begins to ring. My hopes go to Evan or one of my job interviews, but it's just Taylor's Book Publishing Inc. My old company.
              Rolling my eyes, I blow my nose with toilet paper (I ran out of tissues and is trying to save money now) and slide the green button across the screen.
             "Hello?" I say annoyed.
              "Hi Miss Adams," Candace says in a fake, cheery voice "I'm calling for you to approve your interview with Mr. Taylor."
                Chills run up and down my back. I haven't applied for any job at my old job. Something tells me Evan has something to do with it.  
                 I clear my throat. "Can you tell me which Mr. Taylor it will be?"
                 "Mr. Evan Taylor, Ma'am." I can feel Candace cringing as she called me Ma'am. "You have an interview tomorrow with Mr. EVAN Taylor at 9:30 p.m. for the Secretary's position."
                   My mouth goes a gap. "Yes, yes. I will be there!"
                    The other lines gets cut off. My mouth is still wide. Holy shit. Oh, my God. Evan's behind this. I guess I should expect a call soon from Evan. Or is he expecting a call from me? I don't know what I should do. I don't know if I'm more excited or more terrified. If I get the Secretary's position, Bob won't be my boss. But Evan will. And that terrifies me more than anything.
                 I hurry to my rack of clothes and try to find something cute for me to wear tomorrow. Something that will make Evan drool but know that I mean business. I choose a black mini skirt, black strapless top with a matching black blazer. And to top it off, my black sandal pumps. I'm gonna look good.