Chapter 13
Zephyr tried to see me several times after 1 gr home from the hospital I kept my door locked. pretending I wasn’t there.
One evening, our class president texted me
Emma: (What the hell is up with you and Zephyr?)
Phoebe: […
Emma: [Ile’s been totally losing his shit lately, Can you please handle him?)
Phoebe: [?]
Emma: [When are you planning to come back to school anyway?!
Before I could reply, Emma suddenly called me.
When I answered, it wasn’t her voice on the line, but Zephyr’s: “How much longer are you gonna keep up this bullshit, Phoebe?”
“Blocking me? Playing these pathetic little games just to get my attention?”
“You’re welcome to disappear from my life completely! Who the fuck wants to go to the same college as you? You think I actually wanted that? I was just trying to make you happy because you’re so goddamn obsessed with me!”
Zephyr’s words were as vicious as ever, soaked in the same contempt I’d heard in the bathroom.
I paused, then replied with a calmness that surprised even me: “Okay. I understand.”
This only seemed to enrage him further: “The hell does that mean? You’re not done with your little tantrum yet?”
“Who was the one sobbing like a baby the other day? I’m throwing you a bone here–don’t act like
you’re above this shit!”
I responded with genuine indifference: “Zephyr, I already told you. I’m done with you.”
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Chapter 13
Zephyr let out a bitter laugh.
“HA!
“Fine, FINE! Have it your way, Johnson. Remember, YOU’RE the one who said this. Don’t come begging when you realize what you threw away!”
There was a violent crash from the other end of the call.
The sound of his phone being hurled against a wall.
I ended the call and set my phone down gently on my desk.
Two weeks ago, his anger would have devastated me.
I would have called back immediately, apologizing, making excuses for him, desperate to smooth
things over.
Now I felt nothing but relief, like setting down a heavy backpack I’d been carrying for years.
I didn’t need to analyze his words or search for hidden meanings.
I didn’t need to wonder if he really cared underneath all that rage.
I was free.
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