I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 133

Gavin returned to his apartment, pulled the blue velvet box from his nightstand, and opened it. He stared at it for a long while before snapping it shut and putting it back.

After taking a shower, he stood by his window, gazing at Sophie's apartment across the way. Her curtains were drawn tight. He wondered what she was doing.

He texted her: "Goodnight, babe." He added a heart emoji.

A moment later, Sophie replied, "Goodnight," followed by a lip emoji.

She was just about to lie down when her mom knocked and came in, handing her a glass of milk.

"I know my tone was harsh earlier, Sophie, but please don't get tangled up with that man again. No matter what sweet words he uses now, it won't erase the damage he caused you. I just want you to be safe and happy..."

Sarah hadn't been able to sleep after their conversation. She got up to pour herself some milk and brought a glass for Sophie as well.

Sophie set the glass on her nightstand and stood up to give Sarah a gentle hug. "I know, Mom. I really am completely done with him."

Sarah reached out and brushed a hand through Sophie's damp hair. "Drink your milk. And make sure you blow-dry your hair before you sleep."

Whether it was the milk doing its magic or the sheer exhaustion, Sophie—who had dreaded another sleepless night—drifted off almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. She didn't even dream.

When she woke up, she lay there in a daze for a moment.

He used to stir up massive, suffocating waves of despair in her heart. Now, seeing him barely caused a ripple.

Time had washed away so much. The good and the bad were all just relics of the past now.

She still remembered that final night, the way she had bitten down on him with all her might, until her jaw throbbed and her teeth ached. The metallic taste of blood in her mouth had made her incredibly nauseous.

She had ended up sprinting to the bathroom to throw up, dry-heaving until bitter bile coated her throat, sobbing uncontrollably.

All that lingering love and intense hatred had slowly been ground down by time.

Sophie stretched her arms above her head and pulled back the curtains, letting the bright sunlight flood the room. She squinted. It was going to be a gorgeous day.

Her eyes darted to the building across the street. The curtains in Gavin's apartment were still completely shut.

The lazy guy had promised to come down for breakfast, yet he wasn't even awake.

"Still sleeping?" she asked the moment he answered the phone.

"Morning," Gavin replied, his voice laced with a sleepy smile.

"Morning? The sun's already up, lazybones. Hurry up. Weren't you coming over for breakfast?"

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