He's going to take the job.
He calls to tell me only a few hours after he drops me off at my apartment. I know what he's going to say even before he speaks the words aloud. He tells me that Tim Renley wants him to start as soon as possible. He's flying out this week.
I'm in a fog the next day at work. I keep replaying our last argument over and over again in my head. I try to live out different scenarios in my mind, but they all seem to end the same way.
Maybe this was the right decision for both of us. He needs to find himself, and I need to focus on the Center. Even before I knew about his job offer, things were rocky. What we had was like an insane s****l fantasy, but deep down we both must have known that we would never work in the real world - we just never wanted to admit it to ou
