Jasper’s POV
The slamming of the door echoed louder than it should have.
Scarlett hadn’t raised her voice. She hadn’t even cried.
But the way she looked at me when she said “Get out, Jasper,”… like I was something foreign, something broken, I’d never forget it.
I didn’t fight her.
I left.
Not because I didn’t want to stay.
But because I knew I didn’t deserve to.
For three days I drove with no direction.
I slept in motels with plastic sheets and turned my phone off just to avoid seeing her name.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.
The first time we kissed in the rain.
The time she’d held me after making love.
The moment she said she forgave me for Monica… even though she never really should have.
I thought space would help.
But all it did was peel me apart.
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