Page 62 of Other Woman Drama


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I’d never sent her my address.

Never gone back to her place to explain. Didn’t call or text.

Never even thought about her until the next morning.

Which was seriously fucking stupid.

Maybe if I’d thought about her at all, had gone over there, the next few days wouldn’t have happened the way they did.

I wouldn’t have ruined a good thing.

And Silver wouldn’t have paid for my mistakes.

Fourteen

How am I supposed to lose weight

when the best part of life is about food?

—Silver to Webber

SILVER

He never called, texted, or showed up at my place.

Needless to say, I didn’t know what to think.

What I didn’t do was text him, because I didn’t want to seem like one of those desperate girls that needed attention.

Instead, I went to work when they called and asked if I wanted to cover the shift of a few of the other day shift workers that had called in sick due to food poisoning from an office-wide party they’d had the day before.

That was seriously why I didn’t eat potlucks.

You couldn’t trust everyone’s kitchen.

Nor could you trust them to handle food properly.

I hadn’t eaten the food that’d been there for those reasons, plus the fact that it’d been sitting out all day.

And instead of taking my phone with me to work so I could check it every ten minutes to see if he called, I left it at home, sitting on my counter.

I walked to work today because it was beautiful out and I got to work within fifteen minutes.

I found that, despite my utterly depressed state, I was happier by the time I made it to the basement floor where IT was located.

I smiled and waved at everyone I passed, getting a bunch of chin lifts and small smiles in return.

I probably tried a little bit too hard to appear happy and light as I made my way into the depths of the hospital.

I always put on a smile, no matter how I was feeling, and got the reputation for having a sunny personality.

In reality, I only smiled because sometimes it was that or cry.

I didn’t want anyone to know that sometimes I felt like I got the short end of the stick. I didn’t like people to know that my life wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine. I didn’t want anyone to know that I questioned my life choices so much, and that I was constantly questioning whether I would ever make it to a point in my life where I was happy.

Happy was an illusion.

It likely always would be.