I’m Letting Go Of Those Seven Years
Language: en
After seven grueling years long-distance, I quit my job and returned to the apartment I shared with Monica. I entered the passcode three times, each attempt flashing bright red error lights. The door opened, yet my girlfriend wasn’t there—only my best friend Cameron. He wore Monica’s silk robe, its collar slipping open to reveal his bare chest. “Gav? You’re home?” He leaned casually against the doorframe with an easy smile. “I fought badly with my roommate, so I’ve been crashing at your place for a while.” Monica stepped out from the bathroom, toweling damp hair, drawn by the noise. “Stop…