I heard someone knocking at my door. I ignored it.
"Abby," Carter said through the door. "I know you're in there. Please talk to me. Please."
I sat on my sofa and continued to ignore Carter.
"Come on, Abby. What's going on? You have to at least tell me what's going on. I have a right to know."
He was right. He did have a right to know. But the thing was, I didn't know what to tell him.
"Go away, Carter," I yelled.
"No. I'm not leaving here until you talk to me. I'll sleep outside your door if that's what it takes."
I got up and opened the door. "There's nothing to talk about."
"Yes there is." I could see tears in his eyes. "Abby, why are you doing this? I thought we were happy. I thought you. . .I thought you loved me."
I shook my head. "You thought wrong." When had I become so good at lying?
"Abby, please," he was practically begging me now. "Abby, I'll do anything, please."
I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss him. But I knew that he would eventually hurt me so I'd be better off ending things before he had that chance.
"Good-night Carter," I said and slammed the door in his face.
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I opened the door to the lounge and threw myself onto the sofa. I had just survived the worst shift of my life. . .but only barely survived.
I heard the door open. "Abby?"
"I'm off," I said, my face buried in a cushion.
"I know. I was hoping we could talk."
I looked up to see Carter wearing the same hurt expression he'd had on the night before.
"I already told you, there's nothing to talk about. We've had our fun. That's it."
"That's it?" he asked in disbelief. "That can't be it." He licked his lips, probably gathering courage for what he said next. "Abby, I love you."
My heart leapt. He loves me? If he loves me then maybe he wouldn't ever hurt me. Maybe. . .no. I have to either do this or not do this. I can't think about 'maybe.'
"Well," I said, looking him straight in the eye. "Sucks for you."
I tried to leave but he grabbed my arm. His eyes had filled with tears. "Please talk to me. Please tell me what's going on."
It was my turn to have my eyes fill with tears. "John, don't do this. Don't make it harder than it already is." I pulled my arm out of his grasp. "It's over. It's just . . .it's just over."
I practically ran out into the ambulance bay, tears streaming down my face. But I wasn't going to let yet another man break my heart. This time I was going to break my own heart. Sort of like, cutting out the middle man. Either way, I'd end up miserable. At least this way I was getting it over with.
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"Abby," Carter said through the door. "I know you're in there. Please talk to me. Please."
I sat on my sofa and continued to ignore Carter.
"Come on, Abby. What's going on? You have to at least tell me what's going on. I have a right to know."
He was right. He did have a right to know. But the thing was, I didn't know what to tell him.
"Go away, Carter," I yelled.
"No. I'm not leaving here until you talk to me. I'll sleep outside your door if that's what it takes."
I got up and opened the door. "There's nothing to talk about."
"Yes there is." I could see tears in his eyes. "Abby, why are you doing this? I thought we were happy. I thought you. . .I thought you loved me."
I shook my head. "You thought wrong." When had I become so good at lying?
"Abby, please," he was practically begging me now. "Abby, I'll do anything, please."
I wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss him. But I knew that he would eventually hurt me so I'd be better off ending things before he had that chance.
"Good-night Carter," I said and slammed the door in his face.
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I opened the door to the lounge and threw myself onto the sofa. I had just survived the worst shift of my life. . .but only barely survived.
I heard the door open. "Abby?"
"I'm off," I said, my face buried in a cushion.
"I know. I was hoping we could talk."
I looked up to see Carter wearing the same hurt expression he'd had on the night before.
"I already told you, there's nothing to talk about. We've had our fun. That's it."
"That's it?" he asked in disbelief. "That can't be it." He licked his lips, probably gathering courage for what he said next. "Abby, I love you."
My heart leapt. He loves me? If he loves me then maybe he wouldn't ever hurt me. Maybe. . .no. I have to either do this or not do this. I can't think about 'maybe.'
"Well," I said, looking him straight in the eye. "Sucks for you."
I tried to leave but he grabbed my arm. His eyes had filled with tears. "Please talk to me. Please tell me what's going on."
It was my turn to have my eyes fill with tears. "John, don't do this. Don't make it harder than it already is." I pulled my arm out of his grasp. "It's over. It's just . . .it's just over."
I practically ran out into the ambulance bay, tears streaming down my face. But I wasn't going to let yet another man break my heart. This time I was going to break my own heart. Sort of like, cutting out the middle man. Either way, I'd end up miserable. At least this way I was getting it over with.
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