chapter 33

Harley

I hang up the phone after leaving the message on Erik’s voicemail. I look around his old room. He didn’t have a lot of stuff with him, now there’s even less of him in here. He just left. He just fucking left without even talking to me.

After the night I had I came as soon as I could to the café to find out Erik had already gotten on a flight to LAX.

Vanessa told me he overheard her stupid comment and assumed that I was fucking around with John behind his back. She apologized profusely, but to just leave without at least talking to me? That’s fucked up. I almost didn’t believe them when they all told me he left.

That exfiance really pulled a number on him.

The message I left would clear things up if he ever listens to it. I could never do that to him. I wouldn’t. I love him, though I’d never be able to say it out loud, I know it’s true.

I lay on Erik’s bed, and everything just comes bubbling up to the surface. I can’t hold