Lawrence couldn’t even tell how much it hurt anymore. He was past the point of feeling anything. Bonnie ignoring him had almost become expected.
But the way she looked at him just now, so distant and calm, made it hard to breathe. It was like she was looking at a stranger.
Honestly, he probably didn’t even matter to her as much as one of those pigeons in the square.
This was all wrong. Bonnie shouldn’t be smiling at other men. She shouldn’t be sitting next to someone else on their old bench, talking and leaning in close, sharing secrets. That bench was supposed to be theirs.
It just shouldn’t be like this.
Lawrence let out a heavy breath and followed her. Pigeons scattered at his feet, taking off in a burst of flapping wings, the sound echoing across the square.
Bonnie felt another ringing in her ears. Without thinking, she lifted a hand to cover them. She knew Lawrence was behind her.
He was always behind her, always turning up, always chasing her.
Bonnie walked faster, steering away from home, terrified someone in the neighborhood would spot them. Nearly everyone living in the faculty apartments was a teacher or a parent, and she could practically hear the rumors brewing already.
She circled the park and moved onto another street, raising her hand to flag a taxi.
Her way was completely blocked.
Lawrence was standing right there, trying to take the stuff she was carrying. Bonnie didn’t even glance at him. She just switched everything to her other hand and kept going.
She had made up her mind. Not a single word to him. If she refused to speak, then it didn’t count as a real argument. At most, people would just think Lawrence was having one of his episodes again.
Lawrence knew this side of her too well. When Bonnie wanted nothing to do with him, she wouldn’t give him so much as a look or a sigh. It used to drive him crazy. Now it just made him feel empty.
She used to act like this when she was mad. Now, it was just that he annoyed her.
Lawrence rubbed his forehead and caught up to her, talking to her back. “Can we just talk for a minute?”
Bonnie didn’t even blink.
“It’s tough to get a cab here. I can drive you home.”
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