Aubrey Subject: Brian-gate. I’m not sure how many more times I’ll have to apologize for making your “boyfriend” dump you, but I am, in fact, sorry. Then again, maybe I should have waited until after you fucked him so you could be more appreciative. —Andrew “Ugh!” I tossed my phone across the room, nearly knocking over the beautiful vase of lilies he sent me yesterday. Ever since last week’s “Brian-gate,” I had to face him every day in some capacity. In the mornings, he personally brought me my favorite coffee, walked me to the block where my subway stop was, and apologized profusely. In his own way, of course. I never said a word back, though. I just sipped from my cup and listened. Taking a seat on my couch, I grabbed an ice wrap and placed it on my shoulders. I was counting down the days to opening night, wondering how much more pain my body could take.
