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Chapter 3: Epiphany
LOS ANGELES
He sat on the edge of their bed in his boxers with his head in his hands. He had called the condo in Atlanta repeatedly, but the number now appeared to be out of service, and her cell phone was rolling over to voice mail. He had text messaged her so many times he lost count. Now, he simply sat alone in the pre-dawn hours wondering what had gone wrong. Why had she left so abruptly? Why was she refusing to take his calls? He thought about their relationship. They didn't fight. He didn't cheat. The sex was out of this world. Why would she leave me?
He ruffled his hands through his hair and lie back on his bed, one foot propped up, not yet ready to concede to sleep. He was already achingly lonely without her. His hand absentmindedly went to her side of the bed, tracing the shape of where her body should be lying beside him. He was so used to coming home and crawling into bed beside her. She would be sleeping so soundly, so warm and naked beneath the crisp sheets and he would come home and get into bed with her and pull her close and….
He sat upright as if he had experienced an epiphany. Oh God. Oh my God. I did this, he realized. She left me because I'm always leaving her. Night after night after night I leave her for the clubs and the parties and the nightlife that she has told me she wants no part of, and I didn't listen and now she's gone. I have to go to Atlanta...I have to find a way to convince Bella to come home.
Author Notes: Sometimes drastic problems require drastic measures...Bella needed to give him a wake-up call, and it worked. He figured it out...he realizes why Bella left him.