Chapter twelve.
He moved as planned, at the end of February. C.J. was alien towards everyone; she moved around and did her job in a robotic fashion, seeing memories of him everywhere.
She constantly replayed in her head the argument they had, the night before he left, where they had split up, both thinking it the best for the other person, while their own hearts breaking at the thought of being separated from that person who they had yearned for, for so long.
Josh was also out of spirits; Donna had gone back to New York and the relationship with Amy was dragging him down, yet he couldn't bear to break it off with her. Amy had noticed he was out-of-sorts and tried to bring him out of it, to no avail. She suspected it had something to do with Donna.
"J," she said into the phone.
"What?" He snapped. He was busy and the last thing he needed was her voice down the phone.
"We need to talk. Tonight. When will you be finished?"
"About 11." He answered, adding about two hours onto the time he would actually finish work.
"OK, I'll come round your apartment about half past eleven then .Bye, J." She hung up.
He put his head into his hands, and then looked up, thinking. She needed to talk. She might want to break up with him. He felt mean, but he smiled slightly, in spite of it all, as C.J. walked into his office.
"What you smiling at?" She said jovially.
"Nothing. You heard from him?"
"No. You?"
"Nope."
"Right. OK. Erm… I'll be going now." She left as abruptly as she came. The same scene happened almost every day, and the answers were always the same, Josh thought as he turned back to his computer and began to type.