A man believes his partner is sulking after a canceled ticket, but she is actually walking away from the relationship for good. As he pieces together the truth behind her quiet departure, he is forced to confront the mistake that pushed her out the door.
Everyone's already sent you their share of the money. If you can't handle the responsibility, don't volunteer just to show off. Lily lowered her head, letting out a soft, quivering sob. That's enough.
Brandon's voice cut in as he walked over. It's just a room. We'll find another one. Elena, you're not a child. Can't you show a little flexibility? I sneered.
So-called flexibility? You mean constantly dealing with your intern icing me out? I really didn't mean to. Elena, Lily is simple. She doesn't have an agenda.
You're just biased against her. I'll book you an Oceanview suite myself. Let's just drop this. Stop making a scene. I'm the one making a scene?
Right then, my phone began to vibrate violently in my hand. Completely sick of them both, I answered the call and walked away without another word. Elena, what time do you get into Chicago? I'll come pick you up. Two in the afternoon.
Are you seriously moving your whole life to Chicago? Did Brandon actually agree to that? Brandon and I are over. A brief pause hung over the line. I figured.
Still, do you really have the heart to do that? Yes, I do. When I started elementary school, a car accident left me in shock. From that day on, we were inseparable.
Over the next decade, we became an integral part of each other's existence. I thought we'd always be together. I imagined us growing older, seeing the world change around us, while the one thing between us never did.
But it seemed I was the only one who believed that.