Love Abstract (The Art Of Falling Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Normally she doesn’t show up until the afternoon when her hangover wears off. But there she sits, typing away and brushing her golden locks from her eyes every few seconds. Why she doesn’t just clip it back, I’ll never know. “Phoenix came by earlier this morning.” She doesn’t bother looking up from her computer. Oh? “And what did he want?” “He didn’t say much, actually, looked like shit. But he left that for you.” She gestures to a soft blue paper crane perched on the edge of the desk. I finger the delicate paper bird for a moment and notice the words I’m sorry penciled lightly upon the wing. My heart sighs for one hesitant moment before anger coats my insides at the thought of his confession. I snatch the bird in my fist and crush it before dropping it in the silver wastebasket. I don’t need this right now. I need to just let go and move on with my life. Farrah glances up from her laptop and gives me a pointed look before taking a long sip from her oversized coffee cup.
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