“No.” This time I say it out loud, and firmly, because I’m being an i***t. After what we just shared, after everything she told me, there’s no way in hell she ran out on me again. There’s no f*****g way…
I’m out of the shower and into the bedroom before I can even finish the thought.
She’s not there.
“Mariana!”
I stride naked into the living room.
She’s not there.
I run into the kitchen.
She’s not there.
I run, wet and frantic, shouting her name through every room in the house.
It’s only when I see the note taped to the elevator doors that I stop running. Unfortunately, I stop breathing then, too. I read what she’s written and inhale what feels like my last breath.
Ryan,
I’m not saying goodbye, because goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting. And I’m never goin
