You Killed Me for Loving You. This Time, Enjoy Dying the Hard Way Novel - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Lily leaned in closer. "Dashiell and Celeste have been working in New Jersey this year. They both quit right after the holidays." "A few days ago, Celeste posted this really cryptic, depressing thing on Instagram. Basically threw shade at Dashiell without naming him." "Then last night, she posted photos from some bar. Dashiell wasn't in any of them. Just random people I didn't recognize-definitely not anyone from our graduating class." "So with her not showing up today, I'm betting they had a massive blowout." Piper nodded but didn't push for more details. Neither did I.

A minute later, my phone rang. I stepped out into the hallway to take the call. My cousin was working in Boston now. She hadn't made it home yet and was calling to figure out when I was flying back so we could coordinate. After we hung up, I pocketed my phone and turned around. Dashiell was standing there. "Moira, can we talk?" I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he wouldn't quite meet my eyes. I considered it for a moment. I wasn't opposed. I nodded. We stood by the window overlooking the parking lot, neither of us saying anything at first.

"You look different," Dashiell said finally, turning toward me. "Good different. Like you've got your life together." "Still no makeup, still dressed simple. But you look... I don't know, Confident." I kept my hands in my coat pockets, my gaze fixed on the streetlights below. "Thanks," I said evenly. "Just older, I guess." Maybe he heard how indifferent I sounded, because he looked away. "Celeste keeps threatening to leave me." "She wants to get married, but she's expecting this huge wedding. Her family wants me to cover most of it-venue, catering, the whole thing.

We're talking eighty grand, minimum." "My family doesn't have that kind of money. So now she's telling everyone I'm broke and can't provide for her." He exhaled slowly, his breath fogging the glass. "I've been working my ass off for years, Moira. I make maybe four grand a month, and Celeste burns through all of it. Then she turns around and says I'm not good enough." "I'm so tired of this. She doesn't understand what I'm dealing with. She doesn't care about me at all," I stared out at the parking lot, feeling nothing.

you could This was the girl you couldn't stop thinking about in your last life. Your supposed soulmate. 63.6% mit Tima Eniou Dving the Hard Way Chapter 8 And now you're exhausted? I let the silence sit for a moment before responding. "I don't really know Celeste." "And I don't know anything about your relationship." Translation: This isn't my problem. Dashiell understood. He nodded stiffly. The quiet stretched on. Then he asked, "Do you think going back to school is worth it?" "Depends on what you want." "I don't have any real qualifications.