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can’t trust a word out of his mouth.” I paused and looked around. “Is that why you didn’t trash all my stuff? I honestly wasn’t expecting it to still be here. It’s been six months.”
    Some of her tears subsided, and anger marred her normally beautiful face. “Yeah, asshole. It’s been six months, and you didn’t contact me once. Yet I have your father telling me not to give up because you were still coming back for me. Look—” She paused to raise her left hand. “I’m still wearing it, and I still love you. I don’t care if you slept with half of Europe. As long as—”
    “You should care, Miranda. You deserve better than that. Look, the only reason I told my dad I was coming back to the company and you was to get him off my back. I didn’t expect him to say anything to you and get your hopes up.” I sighed and started running my hands through my hair before giving her the sincerest look I could. “I’m truly sorry he gave you the impression I was coming back to you.”
    “Gabe, your mother’s death—”
    “Didn’t cause this,” I interrupted. “This was inevitable, and her death only showed me we were never going to work.” I stared hard at the only girl I’d ever loved, remembering all the fun we’d had. I zeroed in on her red-rimmed eyes and thought of all the times I was the one drying her tears instead of causing them. But I couldn’t regret this, because as hard as it was, it needed to happen. Pretending to still love her would be worse than breaking up with her.  
    “If we were truly meant to be, I would have wanted your comfort, but I didn’t. You would have been devastated at the idea of me sleeping with one girl, let alone half of Europe, but you’re not.” She winced, and I quickly added, “I still care about you. I always will. You were my best friend. But I think you know I’m right, and deep down, you even feel the same way. You’re just blinded by what we had and what our families expect of us.”
    She regarded me sadly before coming closer. When she reached me, she placed a hand on my cheek, imploring me to look at her. “That’s not true. I love you, Gabe. I’ve loved you since before I even knew what love was.”
    I shook my head and stepped out of her reach. “You love the idea of us, nothing more.” She opened her mouth to dispute my claim, but I cut her off. “I got a job this morning, at a bar near campus.”
    “What?” she asked, her voice laced with confusion at the abrupt change and disapproval of the words themselves.
    I nodded before crossing my arms over my chest. “As a bartender. Can you still tell me you love me and will stand by me if I’m not in charge of some Fortune 500 company?”
    “You’re being ridiculous. It’s been a year, and I understand this is hard for you. But this little rebellion isn’t going to help matters. Your mother wouldn’t want you derailing your life. She wouldn’t want you to spend your life grieving hers. She would want you to live as you planned. She’d want you to become somebody . No one wants a son whose sole ambition in life is to be a bartender. That’s not a career, Gabe.” She immediately stopped when she saw my intense glare.
    I huffed out a bitter laugh under my breath before shaking my head. “Yeah, but you still love me, right?” The sarcasm in my voice was about as subtle as a bomb. I continued packing my things until the last two boxes were full. The room was bare except for the empty dresser, dusty desk, and stripped bed.
    “I’m not a bad person just because I want financial stability from the man I love,” she whispered as I stacked the boxes and bent to lift them.
    “No, you’re not. But I don’t believe someone in love with me would basically call me a loser and tell me my mother would be embarrassed by me.” I straightened, sans boxes, and turned around with a raised eyebrow. “Do you?”
    She had the decency to look ashamed when she responded, “I didn’t mean it like