wash because she liked the light whiff that still remained of him. It was comforting in an odd sort of way.
And she wasn’t eating. In a way, she was grateful that she wasn’t burying her sorrows in bowls and bowls of her favorite ice-cream and boxes of chocolate and pizza. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about struggling to lose the weight after. And she wasn’t sleeping. She was literally sleep deprived. She slept a couple hours at nights at most, getting up intermittently, sometimes on the hour, being unable to fall back to sleep. When that happened, she would either pace the floor with her bare feet, wandering restlessly and wide eyed through the apartment, going from room to room. Other times she would go online and browse for deals.
And on the nights when she was up and couldn’t sleep, she would climb out of bed and go stand in the doorway of the extra room she used as an office and looked longingly across the room, hoping to find Will sitting there, at the large mahogany desk, his head bent over the stacks of papers and documents for cases he was working on.
In the last weeks, she had bought clothing, including a twelve hundred dollars Moncler designer jacket, underwear, shoes and bags she knew she didn’t want or need. The unopened boxes that had arrived for her were still sitting in a far corner of her office, stack on each other. By her calculation, she had completed her Christmas shopping—she had bought gifts for everyone on her list.
Other times she would just stay in bed and watched old romantic movies on Netflix until the early hours of the morning, and cried her eyes out. And on the rare occasions when she felt like talking to someone, she would call Kat, Julia or Sara, the friends she was closest to, and who knew about the break up, and talked until the wee hours of the morning.
Last week she had lashed out at Will to Kat about a photo she had seen of him online with a young woman who looked like a model. Will had his hand wrapped cosily around the woman’s waist and there was a huge grin on his face. And according to the accompanying caption, they were attending an auction at the Chicago Arts Museum.
She had cried in frustration and said that she couldn’t believe Will had moved on with someone else, not even quite three months after they had broken up. Kat had listened, adding the occasional sympathetic words to make her feel better, and criticizing Will for being insensitive.
She didn’t know why she had reacted so strongly to seeing Will with another woman. She knew eventually he would start dating again, but she just didn’t expect it to be this soon. She was hoping that he would have at least waited, gave her time to get over what she was feeling for him. But he clearly wasn’t thinking about her in that way.
He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world, while she was here struggling to get over him. He probably didn’t think she would see the photo. God, how could he be that heartless!
She wondered how long he had known the woman. Did she follow him to Chicago, or did he meet her there? Did they work together? She didn’t look like a lawyer. She looked more like arm-candy, someone men took to parties to show off and have a good time with.
She was making herself crazy thinking about Will and this woman. They weren’t together anymore. He could date whoever he wanted. And from what she had seen, he was already doing that. She wasn’t that naïve to think that he was going to remain single for long.
Eventually, Avery realized that she was spending way too much time venting about Will and crying her eyes out over him. Her friends were super supportive, but she also felt that they deserved better. And she hadn’t exactly been much of a friend to any of them lately. In fact, she felt all she did was cried and complained about Will to them. And they had listened to her without complaining
And she wasn’t eating. In a way, she was grateful that she wasn’t burying her sorrows in bowls and bowls of her favorite ice-cream and boxes of chocolate and pizza. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about struggling to lose the weight after. And she wasn’t sleeping. She was literally sleep deprived. She slept a couple hours at nights at most, getting up intermittently, sometimes on the hour, being unable to fall back to sleep. When that happened, she would either pace the floor with her bare feet, wandering restlessly and wide eyed through the apartment, going from room to room. Other times she would go online and browse for deals.
And on the nights when she was up and couldn’t sleep, she would climb out of bed and go stand in the doorway of the extra room she used as an office and looked longingly across the room, hoping to find Will sitting there, at the large mahogany desk, his head bent over the stacks of papers and documents for cases he was working on.
In the last weeks, she had bought clothing, including a twelve hundred dollars Moncler designer jacket, underwear, shoes and bags she knew she didn’t want or need. The unopened boxes that had arrived for her were still sitting in a far corner of her office, stack on each other. By her calculation, she had completed her Christmas shopping—she had bought gifts for everyone on her list.
Other times she would just stay in bed and watched old romantic movies on Netflix until the early hours of the morning, and cried her eyes out. And on the rare occasions when she felt like talking to someone, she would call Kat, Julia or Sara, the friends she was closest to, and who knew about the break up, and talked until the wee hours of the morning.
Last week she had lashed out at Will to Kat about a photo she had seen of him online with a young woman who looked like a model. Will had his hand wrapped cosily around the woman’s waist and there was a huge grin on his face. And according to the accompanying caption, they were attending an auction at the Chicago Arts Museum.
She had cried in frustration and said that she couldn’t believe Will had moved on with someone else, not even quite three months after they had broken up. Kat had listened, adding the occasional sympathetic words to make her feel better, and criticizing Will for being insensitive.
She didn’t know why she had reacted so strongly to seeing Will with another woman. She knew eventually he would start dating again, but she just didn’t expect it to be this soon. She was hoping that he would have at least waited, gave her time to get over what she was feeling for him. But he clearly wasn’t thinking about her in that way.
He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world, while she was here struggling to get over him. He probably didn’t think she would see the photo. God, how could he be that heartless!
She wondered how long he had known the woman. Did she follow him to Chicago, or did he meet her there? Did they work together? She didn’t look like a lawyer. She looked more like arm-candy, someone men took to parties to show off and have a good time with.
She was making herself crazy thinking about Will and this woman. They weren’t together anymore. He could date whoever he wanted. And from what she had seen, he was already doing that. She wasn’t that naïve to think that he was going to remain single for long.
Eventually, Avery realized that she was spending way too much time venting about Will and crying her eyes out over him. Her friends were super supportive, but she also felt that they deserved better. And she hadn’t exactly been much of a friend to any of them lately. In fact, she felt all she did was cried and complained about Will to them. And they had listened to her without complaining
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