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Chapter 32

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Chapter 32

I don't know how I ended up in Italy. Everything is a blur after I got into my car and put it into drive: Veronica, Joseph, my broken heart. Nothing, I feel nothing. I'm broken inside, and strangely enough.

Those broken pieces still want him.

I don't know how I didn't crash my car against a brick wall. I would have welcomed it, death. Death would be much easier. I could just be, exist in a place where I didn't have to think. I wouldn't have a single worry about what will happen next. The undeniable pain that would come with my next conversation with Joseph.

Italy, I don't feel much for this place. It has good wine, that's all I can say about this place.

Good wine and childhood memories that don't matter much to me anymore.

Childhood, I didn't appreciate it. I was running around the city of Italy, with no responsibilities and a credit card ready to use for anything I could ever want. A simpler time before the debacle that is Joseph and me. Before, I let my heart lead me to my undoing.

"Holy shit."

That voice, it sounds so familiar. Low with a hint of humor and lightness to Jackson's words. Particularly the soft curse, something I heard him do many times in one night. Jackson, the well endowed nice guy that never called me back.

He pulls the seat from under the bar. "You know, I never got a call, text, or voicemail. I was so hurt. I don't think I want you to sit next to me."

I can admit I felt a bit of anger when I didn't get a call from him. My unyielding curiosity peaked when I thought about the ending or the beginning of the love story of Jackson and his mystery woman. A woman that didn't see a good thing when it was right in front of her. Staring at her with a set of green eyes.

"Well, Alice. If you gave me the right number, you probably would have gotten a call."

"Oh? I am ninety-nine percent sure I gave you the right number."

"Really?"

"Really."

I watch him dig into his pair of cargo shorts, unveiling a phone. He begins to read off the number, and I hold back my snort when he gets to the final two digits. Well, I guess I was wrong. I did not give him the right number.

"See, when I called, I laughed. Then I brushed it off and wrote it off as you just wanted me for my body." He covers his heart, "see. I was hurt, so hurt."

Hurt? When he left, he seems determined about the mystery women. While I- I was going to stick it to Joseph and leave him forever. Funny, I wish that happened. I wouldn't be as fucked up in the head as I am now. I snort, "liar. But how did it go? Between you and her. I'm curious. It's not every day you hear about a love-triangle from beyond the grave."

He lets out a low whistle. "God, so much happened, too much happened."

I stir the wine in my cup with my finger. I place my finger inside my mouth and suck it slowly. Jackson gulps and smiles to himself. "I have time. Too much time, in fact, so much time that you can tell me the story twice, and I would still have time," I chuckle. Time, so much time.

"Before I answer, care to explain to me why you have so much time?"

"Why are you in Italy?"

He cocks his brow, "business. You?"

"Pleasure." I take a long swig of my wine. "So? What happened? Did you get the girl?"

"Well, I did, in the front seat of a car."