EIGHTY-EIGHT
Yalda had completely shut down after accepting the bitter truth that he had won, that he had destroyed her in such a way that she could never be fixed.
"Get up and get dressed; we don't have time for this." He had said to her.
Completely shattered and left with no other portion, she had pulled herself together and had changed her clothes and applied some makeup to mask all her pain. And she had filled him to the car and gotten in quietly.
It had happened quickly, going to Young, getting a shot, feeling completely exhausted afterwards, being asked to lie down for a moment. She hadn't looked at Alexander for once, she couldn't bare to look at him, not after everything.
"Will she be alright?" She heard him ask Young as she drifted off slowly. "I'm afraid I have to leave her in your care. There are matters I need to tend to."
Of course he was leaving. After everything, he was leaving. Tears had managed to escape from her tightly shut eyes, and they had continued to flow till the fatigue overtook her and she fell asleep. It had been evening when she awoke, Carl had been outside waiting for her, she had been unable to say anything as she climbed into the car dejectedly.
Staring down at her fingers, all she could think about was how she didn't feel alright at all; she felt like a monster, she felt like trash, she felt defeated, she felt purposeless. The screen of her phone lit up briefly as s notification popped up, and a bitter stream of tears went sliding down her cheeks on seeing that Alexander had wired her an enormous amount of money.
So that was it? He was paying her off? Something told her she wouldn't be seeing him again, something told her this was the bitter end.
"Do you know where he is?" She asked Carl quietly, her voice didn't sound like hers at all; it sounded pained, defeated, and faint.
"I drove him to the hangar earlier." He replied just as quietly, he could obviously tell something was immensely wrong.
She didn't think it was possible, but her heart shattered even more. She nodded.
"Thank you." She replied quietly.
"You're welcome, Ms. Harris, always." His words sounded like a goodbye, it sounded like this was the last time she'd be seeing him too.
On getting to her apartment, she hadn't gone to bed to cry like she normally would, rather, she had fed Loki, and she had sat beside him as he ate till he was done.
And then she had gone to take a shower to cleanse herself of the sin that had marred the entirety of her. The water had been hurt and the soap had been much; she had scrubbed her skin while telling herself that it was the sin she was trying to to wash off, but in truth, she was trying to wash off every single one of his touch, she was trying to wash him off.
Her skin had been almost sore and tender when she stepped out of the bathroom, unable to do anything else, she had wrapped her wet hair in a towel and she had gone to bed.
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'Dear Riley,
Thank you for being a great friend. I'm sorry I'm telling you this through a text but believe me, it's the only way I can tell you without breaking down. I'm leaving; I don't know where I'm going for now, I think I'll travel around first. I'll see you again. Please don't try to call me, I'll reach out when I'm not a mess. I love you.'
Sending that text to Riley had been the most difficult thing she had done after having to resign from her job and move her stuff. She could still remember how everyone had stared at her in disbelief as she made her way out of the elevator holding a paper box which contained her stuff.
Sarah had rushed over to her and asked what was happening, and she had told her she wasn't working with the company anymore. Sarah had looked genuinely sad, but there was truly no need to; there weren't that close and she would be taking her job after all.
She still recalled how Maya Blackwood had watched her from upstairs, how she had seemed a little confused but immensely satisfied. It had taken everything she was to not breakdown, it had taken everything she was to hold her head up and maintain her composure as she made her way out of the building.
She hadn't looked back when she left, she had gone straight to her car, dumped her stuff in the trunk, gotten in, and drove off. She was closing this chapter of her life and she was never going to revisit it.
On returning to her apartment, she had made the necessary calls to a property management company before she began packing. She was grateful for the fact that she had never been one to keep trinkets, knickknacks and stuff she didn't need; it saved her the pain of having too much to pack. She merely packed her clothes, shoes, books and other relevant items.
And when she was all done, she settled down on the edge of her bed exhaustedly. She had drawn the conclusion that if she busied herself she wouldn't have the chance to think about everything, about how wretched her life had suddenly become.
She had spent the day doing one thing or another, completely ignoring how drained her body felt; Young had asked her to get a lot of rest, but they both knew that wasn't an option fir her, not if she wanted to remain sane.
Her gaze flickered to Loki who was rubbing his head against her leg, it was clear that he was pining for her attention. She blew out a breath before reaching down to rub the back of his ear.
"Where do we go, Loki?" She asked him quietly. "Where would you like to visit first?"
Loki obviously didn't understand what she had said, but he seemed to get excited from just the fact that she was talking to him.
"Ireland?" She asked him. "Greece? Or Iceland?"
He wagged his tail excitedly and a faint smile curved her lips.
"Greece then." She said.
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