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Done,” I told her, shutting down my
computer and reaching for my purse in the drawer. As I touched the
strap, I remembered I never responded to Trevor. Crap. My
focus had shifted to Miles when I was about to reply.
    “What’s wrong?” Sami asked, noticing my
expression turning somber.
    I hunched over with my elbow on my desk and head
in my hand. “My ex…he texted me earlier, upset, and I forgot to
reply. I feel like shit.”
    “What does it matter? He’s your ex.”
    If I didn’t feel like such an ass, I probably
would have laughed. The way she said it was amusing, her attitude
flippant. “I didn’t leave on the best terms,” I admitted and looked
up at her, my face and heart aching with remorse. “I kind of
just…left.”
    “Like with no warning or anything?”
    “Kinda…” I smirked. “I left a note.”
    She laughed. “A note? How long were you guys
together?”
    “A little over three years,” I answered
apprehensively, like a little kid afraid of telling the truth, my
eyebrows scrunched and shoulders stiffly raised.
    “Three years! And you broke up with him in a
letter?”
    Fuck. I should’ve just kept that to
myself. I needed to make friends here, not knock them off one by
one. “Yup,” I confirmed. Nothing like making myself look like a
heartless bitch right out of the gate. “I know—lame, heartless,
selfish…you name it, I know that’s what I am.”
    “Well, I don’t know if you have to go to the
extreme of calling yourself heartless, because you wouldn’t care if
you really were. Selfish, on the other hand…” She left it at that,
making me chuckle. She sighed, clapped her hands together, snapping
me out of my pity party. “Alright, text that poor boy back and meet
me down in lobby when you’re finished.”
    I exhaled, relieved. She didn’t think any less
of me after knowing my dirty little secret. Well, not enough to
ditch me tonight anyway. Thank goodness. “K, I’ll be right
down.” I smiled, opening the text back up to reply.
    I decided not to get into any detail. He knew my
reasoning, I put in the letter. There was no need to elaborate or
to continue down a dead end road. Instead, I just answered his
question and gave him my address.
     
    Kayla: 1302 Broadway, Apt
12, Manhattan, New York 10006
     
    I stared at the screen a moment before sending
it. It would probably be the last text I ever sent to Trevor. We
were officially over. Maybe I should delete his number for good
measure. He was still such a good guy, though. I left so quickly
that I left some things behind. He could’ve just thrown them away,
but I won’t go back and forth with him. If he wanted to send them,
then so be it, but as expected, he was sending the last of my
belongings from our place because he was a good guy. With a deep
breath and a hard swallow, I pressed send.
    It was over.
    Placing my cell back in my purse, I stood and
took a cleansing breath. I was officially closing one door and
opening the next. I wasn’t sure who or what that next door was, but
my past was shut. Slipping the strap of my purse over my shoulder,
I walked confidently to the elevators. I felt relieved; like a
weight had been lifted off of me. I don’t know why just that simple
text felt so refreshing, but it did. Maybe I’d been holding onto
that relationship for too long; maybe this breakup was long
overdue. Whatever the case may be, I knew I felt more alive…free. I
had the job of a lifetime, I was living in the city I had always
dreamt of living in, and now I had some semblance of closure with
Trevor. Things were looking up, the wind was in my sails and I was
sailing toward a new sunset.
    ***

 
     
    Sami and I shared a
taxi to the bar. Surprisingly, the one they go to every Tipsy
Tuesday and Thirsty Thursday was just down the street from my
apartment building. Very convenient. Though most bars and
clubs in New York are very trendy and swanky, this one wasn’t. Thank goodness. After my day, I wasn’t up for swank—I