What took place at Liam’s apartment the other day was something so far out of my realm that I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. And I couldn’t keep lying to myself anymore. To be fair, it wasn’t a threesome, though I would have enjoyed more interaction from Liam. It was a moment of passion. Insecurity. Longing. It may have been what I wanted at the time, but I couldn’t help but feel like an outsider to the memory. So far detached from my true identity that I couldn’t even recognize myself. Had I slipped too far? Reality was waiting and I had an appointment to keep. I arrived at Padua shortly before 12. It was the last place I wanted to meet considering that I’d been there days before, sitting in a booth, getting shot down. But I was surprised to see how different it looked in the daylight, like a stadium void of its fans. The way the space absorbed the sun was inviting and kept me focused on the task at hand. She was already waiting for me in the bar. A petite brunette with a pinched face.
