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it. I tossed the box on the kitchen counter then released the air I was holding in my lungs.
    The night was such a disaster. I thought I could turn my cheek and pretend he didn’t exist but I couldn’t. He was everywhere, and the closer I was to him, the more I wanted to die.
    His footsteps were finally heard as he walked down the hall. Like last time, I listened to them until they could no longer be heard. When the silence stretched, I was reminded of that horrific night.
    And I died all over again.

Loneliness
    Hawke
    She hates me.
    Francesca was pleasant enough. She said hello to me and greeted me with a smile. She made eye contact with me instead of pushing me away. When I spoke to her, she responded in a friendly way.
    But it was all an act.
    When she smiled, I could see the pull of her lips. She was exerting all her energy in trying to make her body do something it simply didn’t want to do. It was like her entire being rejected my presence. When I spoke to her, she responded. But it was clear she didn’t want to.
    Whatever love she had for me was either gone or buried deep within. It was so far from the surface that it never saw the light of day. She didn’t look at me the way she used to, like I was the only person who mattered.
    It was like I didn’t matter at all.
    Could I blame her? I left her so suddenly and made the decision before I even spoke to her. I told her we were forever but I left anyway. She obviously didn’t understand that I left for a good reason. How could I hurt someone I loved so much?
    And still love.
    No matter how much time had passed, that truth would never change. The short amount of time I spent with her was beautiful and pure. What we had was real. It was rare.
    And I would never forget it.
    But she had moved on.
    It was better this way. If she despised me, then she didn’t miss me. If she didn’t care about me, that meant she had more important things to live for. She wasn’t mourning me anymore. She had a new life—without me.
    But I was still miserable.
    ***
    “Yo.” Axel walked into my office like he owned the place.
    I was on the phone so I quickly ended the call. “I have a secretary out there for a reason.”
    “You know I have selective hearing.” He drummed his fingers on my desk. “So, Chinese? Thai? Burgers?”
    “I don’t care.” I didn’t have much of an appetite.
    “Chinese it is.”
    “You always pick Chinese.”
    “I know.” He grabbed my jacket off the hanger and tossed it at me. “Let’s go.”
    We headed to his favorite place just down the strip. The place was packed like always, so we had to wait ten minutes before we could get a table. It was in the center of the room, and everyone was talking like they were trying to be heard over a foghorn.
    “I have to get the pot stickers,” Axel said. “They’re the best.”
    I glanced at the menu and decided to get my usual.
    The waitress took our order and returned with our drinks. Then Axel droned on about the game from the other night. “I’m telling you, the Knicks are in the running this year.”
    “I hope they have a better season than the last one.”
    “They will,” Axel said. “I’d put money on it.”
    I raised an eyebrow. “How much?”
    “A dime.”
    I shook his hand. “You’re on.” A dime was a thousand dollars. I wasn’t sure why we used gambling lingo when we didn’t gamble that much. “The engagement party was fun.”
    “It was,” he said. “But Marie didn’t remember the end of it. When she woke up the next morning, she couldn’t figure out how she got there.”
    “She had a lot of wine.”
    “You had a good time?”
    Francesca came to my mind. “Yeah. You know me, I always love a good party.”
    Axel watched me with suspicious eyes. “I saw you and Frankie talking.”
    I was a master at hiding my emotions. Francesca was the only person who could see through my lies. “Yeah, it was nice.”
    “It was nice?” he asked incredulously. “It wasn’t weird?