“So you will be gone for a month, right?”
Angela puts on a pout as she places the documents she has in hand over my desk. I look up to her then laugh my guilt off, thinking about not seeing her for a month. We stuck with each other every day, seeing each other every break. With me leaving, it would feel weird not having time off on the rooftop just to talk about random things.
With the business in talk, I gave up the idea of being sensitive. When we talked that night of the party, I didn’t ask him again if it was what he only wanted—setting aside the argument for the business trip to be peaceful for his brother. I was too afraid that if I heard him more, I might end up hurting myself again.
I don’t want history to repeat itself. After being persistent about finding out about his ex-girl
