Deadly Passion.
e
I want us
end so much that I lost count of how many times my
r to the dial button, ho
picked the call at first,
lla,"
called
"I don't understand.
nd you knew it as muc
ct. We're working just fine. I don't-P
ew when his tone was serious. His tone was completely
me anymore. We haven't seen each other in about a mont
The interview is tomorrow, and you know how excited I've been about
to waver as tears fill
someone
looded down my cheeks, and wiping them did nothing but fue
t the chance to tell you. I can't get into a long-distance relationship with you, Bella, I'm sorry
all the bad luck in the world. I wanted to tell him that I hop
p the phone and flung it onto a couch, coveri
lf, standing up and gathering the notes where I had scribbled
ment and into the car which I had spent most of my life saving
e job whose interview I would be in for tomorrow, and making friends was not somet
ā a bar right in the middle of town. It was somewhere you went whenever you wanted to
l note to drink, but not enough to knock me out and give me a hangover that would je
ent when I tipped the glass of rum ba
and found a pair of b
ss and say you got dumped?" He rai
d. He laughed at my reaction, taking a fi
, though; he's an idiot for losing a person lik
ng to agree with this stranger
pe I don't break down tomorrow in the middl
huh? What job?"
don't think I'm allowed to inform strangers about it, unfortunately.
er down. It almost turned into a competiti
s your
la, if you'd l
tiful name," h
to know your name,
he joked, using my own words ag
family which didn't have much to offer even through the blood, sweat, and tears, he already had his futu
as finding a way to forget the pain, he couldn't
onfessed to not knowing how it felt like to
mean, no offense, but you just got your heart broken at
hink it's proper to feel a spark w
stared at me, a
ers of his lips curved upwards, a
ting telepathically. He took my hand and led me out of the ba
one of the expens
turned around and smiled at h
nt to?" He
chard. Turning around and going back home would be the
be for one night. Maybe a good round of se
," I final
ghly grazing in heated desperation before we both found our rhythm. His hands went everywhe
, where I bade him good night and drove back t
repared for my interview wit
led candidates into the interviewing
alked into the office with co
found the last person I expected, sitting at the hea
nc