“For f**k sake, how long is it going to take?”
Derek sat in the office of Doctor Grey, his foot tapping restlessly against the polished floorboards.
The quiet hum of the air conditioning did little to drown out the thoughts that were racing through his mind. He clenched his fists, the nails biting into his palms as frustration bubbled just beneath the surface.
Emily.
She was with Matt.
The name alone sent a wave of nausea rolling through him. Derek couldn’t shake the image of them together.
By now, they must have woken up in the same bed.
Derek could even see it. Matt's filthy arms wrapped around his Emily. It felt like betrayal, though he knew it wasn’t.
The worst part which he was still yet to believe was that Emily couldn’t remember him—didn’t even know who he was.
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