DAMIEN
Everything was all set for my ‘trip.’ I had suitcases filled with nothing, Bubble was all set for her ‘girl's weekend,’ and I’d been talking about it for the last week with forced excitement. The truth was, I was so f*****g nervous I couldn’t eat, or sleep, or well. . . function. Ella, of course, was looking on the bright side of the situation.
“Once she’s gone, and this is all over, we can be together. No obstacles, no past mistakes. Just you and me.” She’d told me.
I was looking forward to that too, but s**t! Did we have to do it this way?
When the morning came for me to ‘leave,’ I felt so horrible that I almost begged her to reconsider. If I thought it would work, then I would have. Instead, I met her at the front door with a grimace in place of a smile and kissed her with e
