ctions. My head was still aching, which is why I didn't argue when he insisted I stay. Maybe he sensed it, because he went to the kitchen and r

might have been another reason as to why I didn't protest. I was certain he hadn't brought me here to harm me. I

alone. I'd have been terrified in my own house, traumatized by what

oo much... Let

calm and quiet, but I couldn't read his mood. His face rema

agined a house like this. Everything was huge, clean, and perfectly arranged. The furn

ms around us. He paused for a few seconds, then took my hand. I followed as he opened a door. If I wa

e center with side tables and lamps. Huge wardrobes lined the wall, neatly filled with various clothes. The ones that needed hangers were hung; the rest were folded perfe

into what had to be the bathroom. I was busy admiring everything when my eyes settled on on

an use

hat that meant. But wait, was I expected to shower in his room? And why had he brought me here? This house was massive; there

lmly, as if reading my thoughts. "I'll try and find something from the

n shower. I didn't have time for a bath, so I opted for the shower-it was faster. Still, I took my time scrubbing th

long to his girlfriend? And if it did, why would he give it to me? But as I examined it, I realized it looked bra

door opened and he came

ing over. "I bought it for my ex,

r, and using a cloth, he cleaned the wound and pressed it to eas

some noodles. If you don't like them, we can order som

... I'll just ha

akeout. Plus, I'm not much of a foodie-most of it w

had so many questions burning inside

live her

question, and he

my ex but now..." He paused. That was

w, how do you manage? Like

house was massive. It could

lass of juice, not even looking at me. "After she left, I fired e

the conversation, and knowin

d once we were back on the first floor.

. He didn't even give me a chance to say thank you-or mention that I'd have preferred a different bedroom. H

anything else to distract me. I didn't want to think ab

f under the covers. I didn't even t

**

ins pulsed visibly near her temples. I had painkillers but no water, which is why I

n the guest room ever since. That room is filled with memories that haunt me. I still love he

ng in heartbreak. I drink to distract myself from the depression, but it never really goes away. I doubt I'll ever be able to

, I haven't dated anyone else. Not because I'm afraid of falling in love and getting hurt again-but because

nother girl into this house since Elodie left. I wouldn't have done it under normal circumst

. That's how much Elodie means to me. Sure, I get lonely. But I've learned to live with

the past three years, she was my life-my everything. An

ether I want to forget her, my answer wo