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the towel and forgave him, but she was glad that she didn’t. It was too late for them. The damage had already been done. As far as she was concerned, their relationship was finished. It was irreparable. There was no going back now to what they once had.
                 
                               

Three
     
     
        Avery stood with her back up against the door and let out a deep sigh. Then she stared vaguely across the narrow hallway, her right hand going up idly to rub the small of her neck. The break up had happened so unexpectedly that it had left her feeling completely bewildered. She needed a couple hours at least, to grasp the full extent of it, and probably weeks and months to get over it.
     
        She put her head back against the door and shut her eyes, remembering the very first time she had Will over. She had invited him for dinner a week after they had started dating. And he had showed up an hour early, with a bottle of expensive wine and flowers for her. She had poured him a glass of red wine from the bottle she had chilling in the fridge, and excused herself to go check on the food in the kitchen.
     
        Will had poked his head into the kitchen seconds after, offering to help her. He had his sleeves rolled up and ready. He told her he was getting bored sitting in the living room by himself. She had found his excuse amusing. And she had laughed. She had pulled a chair from the table for him, refilled his glass with wine, and they had talked while she added the final ingredients to the spicy chicken stew, and prepared the vegetables. At one point, he had left the chair, and came closer to the sink to stand next to her as she cut the stems from the broccoli and carrots.
     
        After, she was surprised that he had actually enjoyed the stew. She knew the food was different from what he was accustomed to, but he had dug in with no questions asked. And he had complimented her on her cooking, and asked about the recipe. Avery suspected he was only trying to be polite, but she had indulged him, anyway, giving him a step by step run down of the ingredients and preparations, and he had sounded genuinely interested.
     
        He had even suggested that she make it again next time they got together for dinner, whether at his place or hers. She had told him that she would be happy to, still not knowing if he was joking or meant it. They had spent the rest of the evening talking, and sipping the chardonnay that was left over from dinner. And Will had ended up spending the night and many nights after that. Now, she felt like the past thirteen months had just vanished before her eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes again and she blinked them away angrily, and made her way back to the bedroom.
     
      She climbed back into bed and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. She was going to spend the rest of the day there. Nothing or no one was going to pull her from that bed, not even a herd of wild horses. She turned on her left side to get into a more comfortable position, and saw a  framed photograph of them together on the large dresser.
     
         It was the first function they had attended together as a couple—at a charity gala the firm put on each year to raise money for music programs in inner city schools. She remembered Will had spent the entire evening at her side. He had refused to leave her alone for five minutes. His friends had teased him, telling him he was completely smitten with her. And Will had responded by wrapping his arms protectively around her shoulders, and kissing her.
     
         She had liked all the attention he had been giving her—introducing her to his friends and colleagues, getting her glasses of champagne and refreshing her drink, even when she hadn’t taken a sip from it. And he had made certain he was the only one to dance with her the entire evening. She had fallen even more in love with him, then. And at the end of the night,