Backup Girl No More: Adios to my V-card and My First Love (Brooklyn) novel Chapter 60

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Pax was gone. 

Not just gone–erased. 

His things had disappeared overnight, vanishing so cleanly that if not for the faint indentation his side of the mattress still held, I might have thought he had never been here at all 

The small, suffocating apartment we had shared for the past two years now felt eerily… spacious. 

I stood in the center of the room, staring at the empty space where his belongings used to be. The closet door, once barely able to close from the weight of our combined mess, now hung slightly ajar–hollow, unburdened. 

Even his scent, that faint mix of cedar and citrus, was already beginning to fade. 

He hadn’t left a note. 

No message. No half–hearted explanation scrawled on a scrap of paper. 

Nothing 

Just silence. 

I swallowed, exhaling slowly 

So, that was it,a clean break. 

A quiet, unspoken ending. 

Maybe this was for the best. 

This way, at least, I wasn’t the one who had to walk away first. 

Two days ago, I had posted a question online on Reddit: 

“I’m leaving the country in seven days. I haven’t told my boyfriend yet. How do I break it to him?” 

The comments had been ruthless. 

Selfish. Cruel. Heartless. 

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They accused me of never planning a future with him, of leading him on, of being too much of a 

coward to be honest. 

And the worst part? 

They were right. 

Between him and my future, I chose my future. 

I had never truly considered another option. 

I wanted to laugh at how absurd it all was, but my lips wouldn’t move, frozen in something tight and 

bitter. 

And yet… 

Now that I thought about it, Pax’s act had never been flawless. 

The cracks had always been there, thin and almost imperceptible, but there nonetheless. 

The night we met, I was working a part–time shift at a bar when a drunk customer grabbed my 

wrist, pulling me closer with the kind of entitlement that came from knowing no one would stop him. 

Pax had. 

He had stepped in, effortlessly peeling the man’s fingers off my arm, his presence alone enough to make the guy stumble back with a mumbled curse. 

He hadn’t just defended me–he had handled the situation, smooth and composed, as if confrontation was something he had been raised to navigate. 

Then he turned to me, gaze flickering over my face, checking. 

“Are you okay?” 

His voice had been calm, steady. And before I even had a chance to answer, he had taken my phone, 

punched in his number, and saved it. 

I should have known then. 

The way he carried himself–the quiet confidence, the unconscious authority–it wasn’t something a struggling college student could fake. 

But he had smiled, easy and unbothered, and said, 

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“I’m just a scholarship kid trying to get by.” 

That expensivé suit he had been wearing? Borrowed from set, he claimed. 

“Some talent agency needed a background actor to play a rich heir. Lucky me, huh? This is probably 

the nicest thing I’ll ever wear.” 

And I had believed him. 

I was even naïve enough to help him look for more part–time jobs, thinking I was helping him the 

way he had helped me. 

The rest was predictable. 

He chased, I hesitated. 

He persisted, I fell.