My heart hurt. It felt like someone was physically ripping it in half.
“So no, Trent. No.” He went on. “We aren’t over. We’ve only just begun.”
He was beautiful. A fucking beautiful, stubborn man.
I’d love him for the rest of my life.
And then I’d love him longer.
“I’m tired.” I didn’t have to pretend to be weary. I turned my face away from him, refusing to look in his eyes.
“Trent.”
I squeezed my eyes shut against the pain in his voice.
When he realized I wasn’t going to turn back, an angry sound ripped from his chest. The door to the room banged against the wall when he flung it open and stormed out.
The second I was alone, I crumbled. My strength to push him away dissolved, and I was left lying there a bruised and broken mess.
The eight ball was still clutched in my hand, and I pulled it into my chest.
My resolve wavered. His hurt and open heart made me think I was wrong. I glanced down at the toy and blinked to clear my vision.
Ask it one more time.
One final decision.
Is this what my life had come to? Relying on a toy to decide my future?
I didn’t know what was right anymore. I was confused. Maybe it wasn’t just a toy deciding for me. Maybe it was like Drew said.
Maybe it was fate.
Fate knew what it was doing. Right?
I lifted the ball and gave it a good shake. “Should Drew and I be together?”
I turned it over in my hand so the window was facing up.
The small triangle inside bounced around and floated to the surface.
This was it.
My answer.
My fate.
The Finish Line… For Now
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