Like a loser. A loner. And a complete... I don’t even know. That’s how I feel after leaving the restaurant.
I gave Eros my decision.
But he said I had to be rational. That I shouldn’t be driven by emotions. I denied it. I told him it was final.
I’m leaving… for good.
Or for worse?
I stared at the calling card in my hand. He told me that when it’s time, all I have to do is call—and he’ll take care of everything.
“Johnny... why are you doing this to me?” I mumbled, caught in a trance. “No… it wasn’t him. It was me,” I whispered, shrinking into my swivel chair.
When I got back to work, I had no strength left to actually work. For the past hour, I’ve just sat here, staring blankly at the air, my mind off in another galaxy.
Why am I even feeling like this? It’s not like I love him. Okay
