What happened if they actually called it at CeCe's wedding/or not wedding.
"I think we should call it. You know, before things get too serious."
Even though it wasn't what I really wanted, I knew deep down, it was for the best. Eventually, I was going to hurt her. Let her down. It was just a matter of time.
"Yeah, that sounds good to me." Jess' response made me feel numb. She wasn't going to fight for this. For us. I searched her eyes. They were watery, which only seemed to make them bluer, and yet they had lost their sparkle. Sadness and heartbreak filled them now. How could I do this to her? The one person I have ever loved. I just stood there, silenced. She mumbled something about staying over CeCe's for the night and just pushed past me and left.
It had been two hours and countless bottles of beer since I walked over to the bar attempting to drown my sorrows and to give Jess time to get back to the loft to grab a few things. Maybe I should just go ring a cab and go straight to bed.
As I walked into the loft, the silence was haunting. Should I go for a shower first? Or climb into bed and forget this nightmare? My brain was too numb to provide an answer as my feet dragged me into my room. I caught my reflection in the mirror and anger started to engulf my body. I was angry at this whole situation, what I was doing to her. Why I was such a loser? Why did I have to push her away? Losing control, I started throwing things around my room. Anything my hands grabbed I threw. As I started to calm down, I felt tears burning my eyes. Tears? Get a grip, Miller. Finally in bed, I lay staring at the ceiling, praying for sleep to consume me. Eventually I drift off into a restless sleep.