Heartbroken and lonely, Lola is forced to spend her nights cuddling her cold, squished pillow. With the help of her best friend, Annalise, she finds a service offering the thing she needs most, cuddles. Upon obtaining the service, Lola is in for mor...
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Chapter Twenty
A droplet of sweat trickles down the side of my forehead. I use the back of my hand to rub away the beads of perspiration. It brings me slight comfort, but the warm glow of the morning sun feels suffocating.
"Kol, did you open the curtains again?" I ask.
When I don't hear a reply from his chirpy morning self, I pat down the side of his bed. As my fingers travel over the soft fabric of the bed sheets, I find them cold and empty. Hm, I wonder where he went. Usually, he's sleeping or poking me for cuddles in the morning.
"Kol?" I call out. "Are you here?"
I climb out of bed and wander into the main living section of the apartment. As I gaze around the room, I instantly notice the large brown packing boxes are missing from the lounge room floor. There's can only be one reason to why they're gone, and I don't think it's because he finished unpacking them.
The next thing I notice is the paper note resting on the bench top. My heart drops through the floor. Oh no, please don't be what I think it is.
I rush into the kitchen and grab the letter off the table. I open it up and find the words 'I'm sorry' printed in bold scrawny letters.
"Shit," I curse. "If I knew I was such a problem, I'd have . . ." Well, no, I suppose I wouldn't have changed because I didn't do it when he asked.
You know what, if Kol wants to live his own life, he can. Kol can be free in this world and do what he wants. I wish he'd have the guts to tell it to my face. Tell me I was a horrible person for making him feel afraid, worried, anxious, anything else he wants to add to the list of things I've screwed up.
"I need to." I look around the apartment and shiver. "I need to get out of this apartment."
Walking back to the bedroom, I grab my joggers and a change of comfortable jogging clothes. I tie my hair up and shove my phone into my bra. With haste, I leave the apartment and hit the streets with full force.
My feet hit the ground in short quick strides. My heart thumps against my ribcage as I suck in a deep breath. I'm so unfit right now, but this oddly makes me feel better.
As I jog down the street, I notice the coffee shop from a distance. The prospect of grabbing a coffee and talking to Natalie about Kol makes me smile. I need someone to tell me I'm not as bad as I think I am.
Slowing to a walk, I take a couple of minutes to get my breath under wrap. I stretch out my limbs and wiggle my body around. As I walk into the shop, I come face to face with a brooding Kol.
My heart just about leaves from my chest from fright. Finding Kol in the coffee shop is that last place I'd expect to find him. I'd have thought he'd be halfway to wherever the hell he's running off too.
