365 days to love the devil
“Yes, it is. You’ve been using it for months. ‘You just had surgery, Em. Don’t stress, Em. Take it easy, Em.’ I’m fine, Marco. I’ve been fine. You just don’t care.”
“I don’t care?” He sat up, his voice rising slightly. “Are you serious right now?”
“Yes. I’m serious. What am I to you? Because it doesn’t feel like I’m your girlfriend. It feels like I’m just… here.”
Marco opened his mouth, then closed it. He didn’t have an answer. He never did.
Instead, he reached into his pocket again and pulled out a card. “Look. I got us tickets to that restaurant you wanted to try. The one on the cliffs. We can go tonight. Together.”