Cassandra’s voice softened. “Jasper, I’m sorry.”
A
moment, Jasper felt more humiliation than heartache. His face was cold as some
“You wanted to apologize, right? Fine. Then never contact me again. And if anyone asks, pretend we never happened. If we ever run into each other by accident, just act like we don’t each other”
Without waiting for a reply, he hung up. He didn’t want to say another word, nor did he want to hear another word from her.
That wand Losing his dignity since was enough. He wasn’t about to low it twich
For a moment, Jasper just stood there. Then, Instead of heating back to ingrid’s place, he got into his car and drove to his apartment.
Meanwhile, Ingrid had been studying and preparing materials. Belore she knew it, two hours had passed.
She missed Jasper, but she didn’t want to seem dingy. He rarely had time off, and this was the first time he’d gone out to see his friends
Another hour went by. It was past 11:00 pm, and still no word from him
Ingridded for a long time before deciding that, at the very least, it would be polite to send a message.
“Did you dink? Do you need me to come pick you up?”
She typed it out but then deleted it instead, she wote, “I’m going to bed. If you’re not coming back, just text me when you get bonu
But before sending it, she hesitated again–then erased it.
version of herself, second using every message. It fell weak, like how she used to be with Banka–always alta turbing him, of whether he’d be annoyed.
She and Jasper were in a real, open relationship. She was his girlfriend Why should she be afraid to call her boyfriend?–
With that fought, she called him
The phone rang for a long time before it was awried but Jasper didn’t speak tight away,
A pause followed, and then his lazy Voder. “Ilmum?”
Jasper sighed. “The Iraur God deep. I won’t be coming per tonight.”
Huntlan, “then you should sleep early tou Guslight”
Jasper meatmited, “Til ritme see you in the missing”
That one senteter was enough Without it, hugrad might’ve had table sleeping tight. Alter exchanging a few more words, they hung up.
Ingrid sail on the cook, stating off into spare, trying not to over thulak.
On the other side of the city, Jasper slumped into his beating vouche, a half–empty bees can in his hand. The voltea tabla in front el blog was littered with empty battles.
