GIADA
Maybe I was a murderer in a past life, or simply a horrible person. It’s the only logical explanation for this. The universe is taking its revenge, cosmic retribution of sorts. Why else would I have been allowed one night of pure bliss, only for it to be snatched away from me? It’s not like I was going to keep him. He wasn’t going to be mine forever, just one more week. Was that so wrong? Maybe it was. Maybe it was too much to ask for because he was never meant to be mine at all.
When he broke the news, I pulled away from him, speechless. Unable to meet his eyes, I mumbled something about how my clothes were still in his office and how I would be right back. But I didn’t go back. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to hear him try to explain anything to me or watch him get ready to see her,
