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Chapters (50)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Part Two
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Part Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Epilogue

After what feels like two seconds, I open my eyes again and it’s daylight. Shit. I passed out. Looking at my phone, it’s just after seven in the morning.

He didn’t show.

Where is he?!

Dialing his number, I hold the phone to my ear, and my heart plummets to my gut when the voicemail kicks on immediately.

His fucking phone’s off.

I try to swallow around a lump in my throat as the backs of my eyes sting. This can’t be happening. After everything we talked about, after everything that he said… Why would he do this?

Tears pour down my face in hot, steady streams. We weren’t together, technically, but it felt like it in every single way. All the nights we spent together. The intimate moments shared. Dreams talked about together. He talked about the future with me.

I sit in the field for hours longer, calling his phone hundreds of times just to listen to his voice on the voicemail. I stopped leaving voicemails after the first dozen or so. It’s no use. He’s a fucking ghost. By late afternoon, I hang my tail between my legs and finally leave. I drive by his house, and no one is there. I peeked in the window, and it’s cleaned out.

He left.

He fucking left, and was too much of a coward to tell me.

I’m such a fucking idiot.

Who falls for their professor and thinks it’s going to end in any way other than heartache and destruction? Their married fucking professor.

A fucking moron, that’s who.

Part Two

Part Two

“There are plenty of ways to die, but only love can kill you and keep you alive to feel it.”

-Leo Christopher

Theme Song:

Over You by Daughtry

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Cash DeMarco

Five Years Later

“So, you leave tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I hit the road in the morning, probably around six or seven.”

Holding the phone up to my ear with my shoulder, I finish shoving my last-minute items into the box on my bed. My house is almost completely packed, and come the morning, I’ll hit the open road to Texas.

This past spring, I graduated with my PhD. I’m fucking thrilled to finally be done with school for good. It’s been a long time coming. A few weeks ago, I received my dream job offer, a professor position at Texas Tech University, in Lubbock, Texas.

“What about your cat?” my best friend, Weston, asks through the phone.

“What do you mean? Obviously, Houston is coming with me. Why wouldn’t he?” Last year, I adopted Houston, a hairless cat. He was twelve weeks old when I brought him home and we’ve been best pals ever since. I’ve always wanted a hairless cat, but never made it happen until last year.