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And then I start packing. Kate watches me for a bit, then walks into the kitchen to crack open some rum, then comes back and sits on my bed, drinking and watching me until she finally joins in.

“You know he’ll come for you,” she says to me. “You know he won’t let you escape.”

My heart pangs. “There’s a lot of ocean and a lot of land between here and Chicago.”

“He’ll come,” she says. “I won’t say a word because I promised, but he’ll come. And then you better be ready.”

She’s trying to plant hope inside me. I have learned from the last time that the hope that gets in the cracks is the one driving the knife at the end.

So I don’t listen. Instead I take out the Moonwater Inn stationary and pen and I write a note. The hardest note I’ve ever had to write because every single line of it is an absolute lie.

I have to break Logan’s heart into pieces in order to get out of here. I have to have him hate me in order for him to believe it. The letter is what will decide whether Logan will come back for me or not.



Dear Logan,



I write this because I know if I say it to your face, I will feel sorry for you and change my mind. I know it makes me seem like a coward to do it like this and maybe I am. But this is the only way.

You’ve been a great boss to me and a great friend during my months here at Moonwater, but I’m afraid it’s time for us to part ways. I am returning your ring, as beautiful as it is. I know it was given to me with the best intentions, and the manner of your proposal made it so hard to say no. I didn’t want to embarrass you or hurt you in front of your staff.

But the truth is, last night made me realize that I have to stop what we have now, that it’s gone too far. I have played you and for that I am sorry.

I don’t love you Logan, and that’s the hard truth of it. I wish I did. It would make things so much easier. But while I care about you, I don’t love you. Whatever we have shared was purely physical, and more than that, I was with you for all the wrong reasons.

I have always been in Juliet’s shadow, from the very start. When she died, I felt like I would never get a chance for closure and I would never measure up to her. This you know about me.

I’m ashamed and afraid to admit this but here it goes: I was only with you because I wanted what Juliet had. I wanted to feel what it felt to be Juliet for a moment.

That moment went on for too long. I got carried away.

And now that moment must end.

Please know that this isn’t easy since I think you’re a nice guy. But what we had was never real and I was never the person you thought I was. I never meant to hurt you though I know I am now.

Take care Logan and remember that there is someone else out there for you. Someone you deserve. You love hard and you need to be with someone who can give it back to you.

I cannot.

I’m sorry.

Mahalo,

Veronica



Tears are streaming down my cheeks, I have to hold the paper away so they don’t stain the ink. A single tear stain on the paper and Logan would know the truth. He would know how much I care, how hard this is to do.

Kate tries to take it from my hand but I snatch it away.

“You can’t read it,” I manage to say through sobs. “It’s for him.”

She frowns. “How mean is it?” she asks softly.

“One hundred-percent believable,” I tell her. “At least I know it’s exactly what my parents think happened between us.”

Kate shakes her head, her mouth grim. “This is so wrong and so fucked up. You have no idea.”

I have some.

I put the note on my bamboo dresser and then…then I slip off my ring.

It feels wrong.

So, so wrong.

It belongs on my finger, this symbol of us, this symbol of our love.

Don’t do it. It’s not too late. Change your mind.

But I can’t.

I place the ring on the note and turn away, hauling my bags over to the door.

Kate is standing there, barricading it.

“I don’t know if I can let you do this,” she says. “As your friend, I should stop you.”

“As my friend,” I plead, “you need to let me go.”

Our eyes are locked in a match, seeing who will look away first.

Kate does, looking utterly defeated. I feel a million times worse. I feel like I’ve crawled out of a swamp, a dark, damp place I belong in.

Because Logan is at reception, Kate heads over to her car in the parking lot and I go around past the pool to the service entrance.

I try not to think about what I’m doing.

I try not to take it all in.

I try to deflect everything.

It’s working.

Until I see Charlie coming out of his place.

Sees me with my luggage.